Date: Mon, 07 Sep 2015 18:24:03 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys 5 Dima's Choirboys Chapter 5 - An Interlude with Pasha and Misha 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 story in any other sites without my specific permission. Boys appearing in this chapter: Pasha quite small 14 year old soloist with full bush completely covering his balls and pubic area; Misha 12 year-old-kadet in puberty. Sorry I have been so long is writing more. I lost confidence in writing because someone told me my writing was stupid, but a friend helped me with only with dialogue in English, so it may sound better to English-speaking friends. One person also asked for information about school day in Russia, so I will add some details. So, here is a short interlude with Pasha. Please read the other chapters and also Russian Choirboy Pubes, the previous story because some people told me they enjoyed it. Pasha was up and ready to depart to his school by 6 o'clock the next morning. His face was shaved clean and beautiful and managed to make himself reasonably tidy. He would come back after school to size up the new boys when they arrived. He was especially keen to arrive before they went to take showers, as he could have a good look at their development, although as most would be very young (not more that eleven or twelve years old), he did not expect to see many pubes on the new arrivals. He decided he didn't have time to call at his home for some books he needed, but would manage without them for that day. There was just one lesson he had in which the teacher was giving a control test (for which Pasha hadn't studied)) so he planned to miss that and go out to walk in the street during the Physics test and to study the physics of any boys he met. Hopefully the teacher (who was old and did not have very good sight) would not miss him. It may surprise some readers to know that students can often go out into the streets to the shops during the school day, especially in the long break or if a lesson is cancelled, and it is also possible to forge some attendance mark in individual lessons as the teachers often do not communicate with each other, especially if there is some conflict between them. On Friday each child must give up his mark book to his Form Teacher to receive the weekly mark in each subject. I will explain this more to anyone who wants to know. The school was becoming stricter about school dress and now boys were required to wear trousers (not jeans) and smart coats and black shoes. There was talk that even ties will soon become necessary, and some of the smarter boys already wore them, including Artem. After the collapse of the Soviet Union matters had become very lapse but there were more regulations now and there were prefects to check dress. Pasha walked out into the quiet street and towards the metro station. As it was rather early in the school year, his school clothes were rather new (not shining from rubbing on the desk and chairs!) and a little large, his mother expecting him to grow! But he hadn't grown in stature much during the summer (or even the previous year) and he was already amongst the smallest in his class. At 14 he was a year younger than Dima and Artem (who would take the first Attestation this year, according to the 9th Class) and didn't see them between classes that much. But Pasha was still free from serious study and rather lazy, and preferred to go to the canteen during breaks. The weather was still rather warm, so coats and hats were not necessary, and as Pasha walked he was quite proud of his new clothes. It had little stripes and looked like a smart business suit. He liked to walk alone and to think about his life and his friends. He loved the rather broken streets (except that they made his shiny shoes dusty) and the old trams and trolley-buses and thought they would look much better without the modern adverts written on them. He was also thrilled to have found a beautiful friend to replace his long-lost English friend Jack who he hadn't seen for over a year. But he was saddened to think that the happy times of his childhood were coming to an end. His beautiful voice had made him many friends and the choir meant everything to him. Now his choirmaster and friend Dima had been appointed to a new position, and had left his school, he knew his life would be different, as would Artem's life, whom he also loved dearly. When Artem's voice has gone, he will be okay: he will find a girl and marry her and in time have a beautiful boy whom he can love and train as a singer too. But what about Pasha? When his voice is gone, he'll just be the odd blue boy in the class and lose all his friends - well except for Dima, Little Dima and Artem, who will never leave him! "Oh, why do we have to grow up?" Pasha thought, as he considered ways of how he could try to stop being gay. "I'm sure this wouldn't have happened if I have been born in Soviet Times, or even in Imperial Times!" Sometimes his thoughts ran irrationally, but Pasha was a romantic, and we must forgive him for it! "Maybe I can be a teacher and have a choir like Dima's. Then I'll have lots of boys to love and to help, just like Dima does." Pasha was resigned to the fact that he was never going to like girls - they just did not attract him, unlike Little Dima and handsome Artem who would make the perfect match for a Russian girls, who would then give them a beautiful and sexy boys to love! He's even talked these problems over with Dima (his choirmaster) in his stumbling way and even Artem (who had been the first to know his true feelings). Pasha's religious convictions also prevented his accepting his condition as normal. He knew that God loved him but that he must try to live as normal a life as possible. Be discreet and careful, Dima had advised him. He knew that most boys wouldn't mind if he were so, and most he prided himself in knowing the type of casual boy in the street who would at least not hit him in the balls if he touched him up. He was thankful in the least that he did not live in America or in Great Britain, perhaps. Jack (his English friend whom he had met at camp) had told him that if he touched boys in the Metro there like he did with the Russian boys, they would most likely go running to mummy or to the police even, and Pasha would be in trouble. It is true, he had been hit in the balls once or twice by boys who took objection to having Pasha's sexy hands rubbing their bottoms or feeling their balls, but a good beating was the worst he could expect. And, anyway, most of Pasha's objects of attention were quite young and often didn't even notice what he was doing in the crowded metro train. What Pasha only partly understood was the fact that he was, in fact, a stunningly sexy boy himself, and practically every boy or man had some feelings for him, especially if they caught sight of his rather obvious genital development which was very hard for Pasha to conceal. Don't you remember in the last story when the visiting English choirmaster say Pasha in the shower in the days when he was just starting pubes? The man had had to run off to wank in the toilet! He had been very well blessed in size at birth and in early puberty he was at his most stunning, especially naked. Even at 13 he had been completely devoid of any bodily hair, except for his dark and sexy locks, and when his tiny black pubes first adorned his ample equipment, all men and boys who saw him were not afraid to be "gay". And it is interesting to see just how many eyes (male and female) are drawn to gaze at the obvious bulge in his pants. Of course, the girls loved him, but he could not even love them back; so they thought of him as cold an hard. And it was only the girls (and even then, only a few) who ever spoke of his being "Blue"! Unsurprisingly, never had this accusation come from a male mouth! He could get anything from men, except from his choirmaster, Dima, who he trusted more than anyone and respected like a god. By now, Pasha was in the metro and had spotted a sexy boy standing next to the door: his hand was on the bar above so his smooth pants were clearly showing as his coat had risen up in the stretching. He was wearing tight blue trousers of rather thin material. Pasha moved closely and gently placed his cupped hand on the boy's right buttock. "Why are you rubbing my bottom, you fucking cunt?" the cute 14-year-old asked him, turning to face Pasha angrily. "I thought you would like it, you fucking wanker, " Pasha replied, looking him straight in his deep blue eyes. The boy was sporting quite a growth of moustache on his otherwise baby face. "No, I don't. So, fuck off and try that boy over there - he won't mind," he retorted with a grin, Pasha taking the opportunity of gently fingering the boy's bulging genital area and discovering quite a thick girth of soft penis that had obviously been well exercised inside a girl's pussy. "Thanks," Pasha, added, giving the boy's ample bottom a last squeeze before moving away. Pasha had not noticed the rather small and pretty kadet standing by the door of the wagon. He certainly had a nice and soft-looking bottom and stunning long legs, making him almost as tall as Pasha, yet considerably younger, he judged.. Pasha managed to move close to him, forgetting all his good resolutions and positioned himself behind the boy, who looked about 13 at most and was wearing quite tight fitting trousers as do the sailor kadets in summer uniform. He had the most cute marine hat with a blue ribbon hanging at the back. The cheeks of his bottom were well shaped and rounded and the belt was well tightened around the slim waist. His tunic was well fitting and shapely to his body.. Pasha was already getting quite hard as he pressed quite gently close into the boy's bottom, the knob of his penis swelling and pressing between the boy's cheeks. "Fucking puberty!" thought Pasha, leaning into the boy - "What an arse!" His penis lifted a little from the relaxed position down the leg of his trousers and started erecting strongly. He pressed a little harder, the penis tingling as it meshed into the warm soft material, well-filled by the boy's buttocks, and lifting into position between the boy's cheeks. Surely the boy must be feeling the pressure. Then he started to move his groin gently, his dick now swelling to its full capacity. The response was at first passive, no reaction at all to his hungry pressing, and after a minute the train stopped at a station, so pasha released his pressure, standing back from the boy but still hungrily gazing at his bottom.. Fortunately more people got on and few got off, so there was rather a crush. Pasha resumed his former position between the boy's buttocks and was able to reach round with his right hand and place it on the boy's slim right thigh. Fucking puberty! Now the response was more positive: the boy pressed back in a most encouraging way, and Pasha felt the skin of his own penis slipping back exposing the shapely knob which was now finding its mark deep in his arse. Pasha reached around with his right hand to feel if there was a bulge in the front of the boy's pants. . He located the boy's soft balls, which must have been ample, and the rather thick but still soft penis which Pasha fingered and wondered if it had been up a girl. The boy was obviously wearing thin briefs: Pasha started rubbing. He felt the boy getting just a little harder. As you know, Pasha was a very copious and quick spunker, so he was anxious to avoid any accidents, but he felt he would be okay locked in this position until the next stop.. The train reached a station and a lot of people got out, so the two had to separate their embrace, but stood next to each other in the wagon as if old friends, each eyeing the other's erection showing through his trousers. The boy turned to Pasha, his face showing signs of nervousness. His face was still smooth but showed some signs of puberty and his upper lip was too smooth and shiny to be natural. The boy had obviously shaved that morning.. "Fucking spunker," Pasha thought as he noticed the few developing hairs on the chin, which was still untouched by any razor. Pasha had been left in a state of terrible excitement and in need of serious wanking. "Fucking puberty! I've got to wank that spunker!" he thought as the boy got out of the train and flashed a smile at him making off on his long, slim, sexy legs along the platform and towards the escalator. "Hey, you fucking cunt," he said softly but boldly in a whisper, catching up with the boy up on the stairs. "Are you spunking yet or still having dry wanks?" his penis at the height of excitement. The boy seemed to blush at Pasha's boldness and swallowed hard, which led him to think he was innocent and inexperienced. "What's it to you, you cunt?" the boy replied coldly, Pasha gripped the boy's right buttock and repeated the question. The boy seemed to soften and replied. "Fucking spunking, of course!" he replied softly in a still unbroken voice, turning to Pasha as they both rode up the stairs from the deep platform, his ample bottom against the moving rail. Pasha could clearly see a bulge in the boy's uniform pants. "Pubes or smooth?" Pasha continued. "Fucking pubes mate! Started end of 5 th class! And as for you?" "Fucking bush, mate!" Pasha replied using the same phrase in jest. Had it since thirteen!" By now they had reached the ticket hall and were going out into the street. "Thirteen?" the boy questioned? "What class are you in, you spunker?" "Eighth, And you?" "Sixth - I'm just twelve. You look younger!". "Fuck, you, you cunt! I want to wank you," Pasha replied as they walked in the street. "Look, you spunker, I'm not fucking blue, but I'm ready for a wank. I know a place at the back of this street. We can go their quickly before school. My name's Misha. Come on quickly. Let's go". The boy had suddenly taken charge and led Pasha down an alley to a place where there were some underground places to store vegetables in the winter. (I don't know this name in English). They are reached by steps and have individual rooms to keep vegetables from the frost in winter.. Misha knew an empty one and they went there quickly. The one he knew belonged to an old lady and he knew she did not use it much. When they got there it was deserted. "Shut the fucking door door, and I will put on the light," Misha ordered. When the light was on Pasha saw the several shelves and places for storage. There were still some sacks of potatoes, and it was not too uncomfortable. No-one would come, and the door was easy to lock. Both boys put down their bags and Misha beckoned to Pasha. "Can' keep your hands off my fucking arse, can you!" Misha teased. Let's not mess our clothes. We can take them off. Pasha took off his jacket and Misha just stood watching and waiting in his blue uniform. "Fucking spunker. Sailor boys make me hot", Pasha said, leaning against the wall and drawing Misha to him, taking off the boy's cap and examining his hair, which was short cut and almost jet black. He felt Misha's slender fingers unfastening his belt and the button of his trousers, and then drawing down the zipped exposing Pasha's trunks. "Are you fucking shaving, Misha, you wanker?" he said, kissing him on the mouth, from which Misha drew away. ""Don't fucking kiss me. I'm not gay," he retorted. "Sorry, I got carried away. But are you fucking shaving?" he repeated. "II shaved my fucking tash this morning." "What do you think," you cunt? "I`d have a fucking tash like you if I didn't, and it's not allowed in the corps," the boy replied, looking into his eyes. Pasha felt his pants being taken down by Misha's nimble fingers, so he assisted by doing the awkward part. His impressive bulge was now causing Misha much excitement. "Oh my fucking spunker!" Misha exclaimed at the sight of Pasha's development, but at that point Pasha told him to raise his arms so he could slide him out of his tunic. The boy was now bare chested and it was evident that he was well-built with strong biceps and puffy nipples with flat but strong stomach. Soon Pasha had the clasp of the belt unfastened and the buttons of his uniform pants undone exposing light blue briefs well-filled with obviously bulbous balls and a thick penis. Misha now was lowering Pasha's close fitting shorts but was surprised to see the thin supportive cotton trunks which Pasha usually wore to keep his balls snugly against his right thigh. As we know, the boy' penis was no bigger than average but his balls were enormous. Misha cupped his hand over the bulge and erect penis, which was now pointing directly straining at the firm material. "I thought you weren't fucking gay," Pasha said, as he felt Misha's fingers on the head of his dick. "Shut the fuck up," Misha replied, lowering the cotton briefs from the waist, exposing at first Pash's curly bush and then erect penis, the skin fully retracted. The balls were hanging free and low but entirely covered in his thick hairs. "There's a boy in our class with smooth balls almost as big as yours!" Misha said! "Lift your arms, you fucking spunker," Pasha commanded. The boy obliged. "Not a fucking hair there, mate!" he observed, running his fingers over the armpits to make sure while Misha quickly slipped out of his uniform pants. "So, you gay cunt, do you want to see my fucking balls? I've been fucking girls since eleven?" he teased, squeezing Pasha's erection. Pasha gently began to lower the boy' briefs, first exposing a small thick curly tuft, all the more sexy because it was confined to the very base of the penis, the remainder of the pubic area completely smooth, so Misha's claim to pubes was a little over stated! The penis was long, and of considerable girth and was not yet more than semi-erect, the foreskin still completely covering the head.. The balls then came into view – very bulbous and crinkly, bursting with puberty and still shapely and smooth with a few long curly hairs. The boy was obviously capable of spunking thickly and judging from the foreskin the penis was very well wanked.. Pasha gently turned Misha round, pressing his erection between his bottom as he had done in the metro, but this time trying to get the knob into him while massaging the nipples, a sensation Misha had not experienced before, as the shock-waves excited the penis very much, making it stand fully to attention. "I DON'T WANT TO BE FUCKED!" Misha commanded. " Get your fucking dick out of my arse. It's hurting me and it's too gay. But wank me and suck me, because that would be cool!" Pasha had by now managed to enter Misha's back passage and was pressing home hard, but he withdrew at the request and sat down on the sack of potatoes, drawing Misha's dick close to his face, and gripping the boy's bare arse. "Oh my fuck, you wanker. Suck me hard," Misha said, gripping his own penis and drawing back the skin, exposing the enormous knob! Soon, Pasha's mouth was around the desired object and sucking gently, his tongue working under the foreskin and wanking himself with his right hand. Misha began to take short noisy breaths as his climax came closer. Pasha felt a salty taste in his mouth- Paha then rested for a moment, releasing the throbbing penis from his mouth. "Tell me this is better than your fucking girl," he demanded. "Girls are for fucking and boys for sucking," Misha commanded, his spunk rising from his balls. "I'm going to fucking blast off, so suck me hard!" Misha was now pumping his long penis hard into Pasha's mouth, his climax just a few seconds away as Pasha had both hands on the firm buttocks, his own penis needing no stimulation as both climaxes crashed together, Misha screaming in his high-pitched treble as his thick spunk gushed from his penis and was swallowed whole by Pasha, who erupted onto the floor in a very heavy emission! "Fucking classic!" Misha said as he separated from Pasha, their penises still erect. "Well, that wasn`t bad," Pasha admitted, looking at Misha, who was now looking rather embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm not usually so rude," he continued. "Neither am I," Misha replied. "I just get carried away." The two boys got dressed and left the cellar the best of friends and resolved to meet tomorrow. Both would be late for school, but only Misha would be in some trouble for his absence, but it was worth it, as far as he was concerned. Do send email to Vanya to tell if you enjoyed the chapter with your comments. Ivan.ivanocich97 at mail.ru