Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2018 11:41:37 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Fucking Puberty pt 1 Adult Youth Section Fucking Puberty! This story contains scenes of a very 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. Regular readers of our two main stories, "Russian Choirboy Pubes" and "Dima's Choirboys" will know well our friend Pasha, the now seventeen-year-old boy, who had once been such a great singer in the choir. Now he comes over occasionally to the school help with the boys and to see his old friends. He is a natural leader with the boys and he was employed to help at the last summer camp where he got to know the younger boys very well, especially his favourite Yarik, who was ten at the time and seeking sexual enlightenment. When Pasha featured also in `Russian Choirboy Pubes' he was, at the time a small but stocky 12-year-old `Bald Spunker', a category invented by his friend Artem to describe older boys who are still completely smooth. Pasha and Artem had had the reputation of having the largest balls in the choir at the time, with Pasha in first place on account of his very heavy ball-sac which hung far down his leg. Even at that age, he had worn supportive cotton trunks to confine his equipment. He has grown a little since then, of course, but is still not as tall as some 13 year olds, but remains very handsome. When he is clean-shaven he still looks very boyish and could easily pass for much younger with his neat jet-black hair and clean complexion. His deep bass voice fits strangely on the boy because of his young looks. We also know that Pasha, of all the boys in our stories, is the only one who is exclusively gay: in fact, he has never even given a sexual thought to a girl in his life. Of course, he is very discreet, and only his closest friends, know this, as you will read in `Russian Choirboy Pubes'. As his friend Sasha has joked: "He has never even had his knob up against a girl in his life," unlike most of the boys in our stories. Pasha had now left school and was studying politics at an institute in the city, living in the dormitory with several other boys of his age. The other boys accepted his cultured ways very much but because he was not interested in modern music and parties, he was mostly apart from them and studied hard. A month or two ago, he had met a very attractive 13-year-old sailor cadet, and they had become close friends. Perhaps we should tell this story now. It was in the first quarter of his studies, when he had just settled into the life of his university. In the university, he usually wears casual clothes and sturdy blue jeans which contained his balls nicely without the need of additional support. But today, feeling very sexy and in need of some excitement, he decided to dress very boyishly in the hope of meeting a young friend. No better place to do this, he thought, than at the swimming baths. There was a very good baths in a district of the city in which Pasha was not known, so he laid some careful plans. He shaved himself very well and smoothly, so his face looked as fresh as a baby and then went to the shower in his dormitory at a time when his comrades were all out. He had obtained some cream which women use to remove body hair, thinking he could make himself look much younger if he removed all the hair. First he put the cream in his arms and on his chest to remove the hair in those places. After he had washed the cream off his chest and armpits, he was pleased with the boyish looks, a sight he had not seen since he was nearly 14 years old. Now he lathered the cream around his pubic bush and on his ample balls. To his delight the hair came off very easily and revealed the bare pubic region and ball sac, giving an authentic look of a boy without pubes. "Wow, I am 13 years old again, he said to himself," delighted, washing the hair away into the drain and drying himself. He then dressed in his clean pants and found his swimming trunks. As you know, there are strict rules about the type worn in the swimming baths. He had a nice pair of blue trunks that held his balls well in the front in a very attractive and very large bulge. Pasha was soon making his way to the Swimming Baths. He took the bus which journeyed through the capital and away to a district he did not know. He had found information about this place from the internet and found it only with some difficulty. When he entered the building he had to buy the ticket. The woman asked him for his passport, but he told her that he did not have a passport because he was only 13, which story she believed and issued the ticket. He was in time for the session that began at 14:00 and went into the changing room to find people there who had finished the earlier session and were putting on their clothes and people for the next session. There were quite a few naked boys of various ages who were dressing. Many were smooth but there were a few with pubes and young bushes. The guard, who was supposed to look after the changing room seemed absent for some moments and quite a few games were taking place with boys running around,. Just then the guard returned and the boys were silent and got changed. Just at this moment Pasha noticed an attractive boy of about 13 years enter alone. He was wearing blue trousers and nice shoes. He was obviously quite cultured, Pasha thought, as he took in the sight. Pasha had taken a locker in a corner of the square room and was pleased when the boy, in the process of wanting to be away from the uncultured youths, took the locker next to Pasha. As the boy opened the locker, his passport fell from his coat pocket onto the floor. Pasha quickly picked it up and handed it to the boy. "Oh thanks, he replied, blushing a little. I am too careless." "Don't worry, I am not a thief," Pasha joked. "It's my new passport; I only got it this week," the boy explained, opening it to show Pasha. "Wow, you are 14 already and have passport," Pasha exclaimed. "And you?" the boy replied? "I'm 13 and won't have a passport for half a year," Pasha lied. "Wow; you look a bit older. What class are you in? I am in the 8 th Class." "I'm in 7 th Class," Pasha lied, trying to make his voice lighter. "I'm Misha," the boy relied, starting to get undressed. Pasha was already naked from the waist upwards and watched Misha as he divested himself of his shirt and vest. He was an athletic boy, but his voice was still unhardened and sexy. "Shall we swim together? We are both alone, I think," Pasha suggested, taking off his trousers and Misha did the same. "Why not?" Misha replied, lowering is black underpants to reveal an impressive set of balls and a sturdy penis, which looked well wanked because the skin looked very easily retractable. He was completely devoid of any hairs, and very attractive to Pasha. Pasha couldn't help noticing that Misha's eyes were all over his body as he lowered his pants to reveal his enormous and smooth balls. Both boys then put on their Speedos and went to the shower where the guard was waiting. "Boys, take off your pants to wash," he commanded, enjoying watching the several boys who were washing. "Okay, okay," Pasha replied, taking off is trunks again, as did Misha. There were two roughnecks in the shower, boys of about 14 years of age, using very bad language. They called across to Pasha: "Hey, little boys: nice balls; pity you have no pubes. Are you spunking it or having dry wanks?" "Don't listen to them," Misha whispered. "They are stupid. Come on, let's go to swim." With that both boys put on their trunks and entered the pool. Quite a few girls turned their heads at the sight of the two boys. "They fancy us, I think," Pasha said to his new friend, touching his shoulder. Misha was silent for some time before answering: "I don't need girls at the moment; what about you?" "No, not yet," Pasha lied, running his hand down onto Misha's full buttocks. "Can you dive?" Misha asked. "Come on to the diving board." After an hour of swimming and diving together, both boys had become firm friends. Pasha had fully convinced his friend of his false age. In fact, they were very matched in height. "Will you come home with me?" Misha asked, explaining that he lived with his widowed grandmother. If you want more or this story, Vanya needs three people to encourage him.