Date: Sun, 02 Jun 2013 18:59:26 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 12- Fucking Spunkers 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 state, town, city or 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. Part 12 - Fucking Choirboy Spunkers The day following the successful presentation in Moscow, Dimityy Petrov was called to the office of the director of the school Marina Alexandrovna. who congratulated him on the choir's achievements and also discussed details of the choir camp that would take place at the end of the academic year. For some weeks, Dima had been planning a camp for his boys. As westerners may not know, many Russian children go away to camp for several weeks during the long three months' summer holidays. The director had managed to obtain some funding for this venture, which would be held in a children's camp some distance from the city. In the mornings there would be singing lessons and practice followed by sporting, and many creative activities in the afternoons and evenings, with a grand concert at the end of the season in the local House of Culture Some weeks earlier, Dima had had the idea of inviting to the camp boys from other choirs in the area and even abroad, and there had been some interest. "So far, we have signed agreements with the parents of seven boys from a mixed choir in a closed town, who are keen to join our camp as they wish to sing with other boys," Marina told Dima. "So you will have thirty of our own boys plus these seven. I have also had an enquiry from a choir director in the United Kingdom who has heard of your work. He runs a small choir which has become rather successful, apparently, and is interested in bringing a group of his boys to the camp, as he wishes to study our methods." Dima was very excited at the prospect of having some English boys at the camp, but the director was not so sure about the practicalities. "They do not speak any Russian, which will be a problem,but having such boys will greatly assist our English-teaching programme," she explained. "Please contact this director and explain to him that from our point of view he and his boys would be very welcome, and that our administration would have no problem in issuing visas, so let's see if it is possible for them." Marina gave Dima a copy of the letter she had received and asked Dima to read it to her more correctly in Russian. The letter explained that the choir had been seen recently on British T.V. in connection with the first concert they had given and that the director of this English choir was very interested in coming to Russia. "That's great, Marina Alexandrovna; I'll send him an e-mail this morning, asking if we can speak in Skype later today. See, he gives his Skype address too." And so, it was agreed and Dima went to his room to send an e-mail. "Artem, will you help me communicate with an Englishman?" Dima asked, as he saw the boy in the canteen at the long break. Pasha can come too, but his English is not as good as yours," he added, explaining to Artem about the proposal to include some English boys at the summer camp. "Oh, it will be very great," he replied; "Of course I will help." Seeing Pasha enter the canteen, he called to him: "Pasha: come to my home after lessons. We want to Skype an English choir director. Pasha's eyes lit up , but at that moment he caught sight of young Igor looking for a table to sit with his food. "Hi, Igor, come and sit with us," Pasha called, catching Dima's eye, who had not seen Igor. "Hi, colleagues; good day, Dimitry Petrov, I am very gald to see you. It's strange I should see you just now, as only just this morning my mother confirmed that she has asked for a ticket for our camp, so I will be able to go after all. We must explain why Igor has little appeared in our story so far; he had had a serious illness and had been away from school for several months. Having just returned, he was keen to take up his position in the choir again. "That's great news, Igor," Dima added, observing Igor closely as he put his food down on the table. He had matured much in the time he had been away from the school. He was a slim, medium- sized, boy of 13 years, very smartly dressed in new black trousers which were loose-fitting around the front, shirt, tie and waistcoat. His bottom was not as full and round as some of the others and there was no evident sign of a bulge in the front, although the cut of the material was full and could well be concealing an ample development. Fucking Puberty! - he had developed into a sexy boy since Dima had last seen him, but remained quite small and boyish in appearance As he sat down opposite Dima, and next to Pasha (whose penis was becoming dangerously enlarged at the sight) it was possible to observe his face closely. He had farily short, jet-black hair and a pale complexion, perhaps a result of his recent illness. Above his lip were quite visible dark hairs which had never been shaved, and his chin was sprouting just a few wispy tufts! Very excitingly, his speaking voice was deep and baritone. All of which much excited the penis of Dimitry Petrov "So, Igor, we shall be very glad to have you back, providing, of course that you can still sing soprano; you have missed a lot of exciting events," Dima explained. "The choir has really bonded together very well." "Will you come back to my place after school. Igor" Artem suggested. "Pasha and I are are going to practise a duet, and Dima wants us to talk to the director of the choir in England who hope to bring boys to our camp. "Oh, my English is so bad," Igor replied. "But I would like to have some practice and also to hear you two guys sing." "Yes, do come," added Dima. "I can test your voice. You have not sung for some time and your voice will need some special care at this time, as your speaking voice has hardened. Before your illness you were developing a fine voice." So, it was agreed that Igor call his mother to tell her he would have a singing lesson that day and would be home after dinner. Meanwhile Dima went to his class as it was the end of the break. As he walked along the corridors of the Junior School, where he would take a lesson, he admired the many ample bottoms of the ten and eleven year old boys, splendidly dressed in their close fitting sliky trousers. Some ran to greet him and he stroked first their shoulders as they walked with him and then moved his hand down to the sexy bottoms. He was now walking with a young eleven-year-old spunker named Peter who, Dima throught, must certainly be getting pubes, judging from the signs of puberty in his face, and despite his completely unhardened voice. "Fucking wanker!" thought Dima as he walked down the corridor caressing the hot boy's right buttock. "Dimitry, Petrov, do you think I could try for the choir next year?" the boy asked, looking up at Dima. "Yes, of course, Peter; you can come for an audition tomorrow before the end of the academic year. If you pass, you can enter the choir in September. "It's possible we may to lose some of the older boys in September, Peter, as their voices may harden over the summer". So it was arranged that young Peter would audition the next day. But for now Dima hastened to his class. It was a hot day in May, one of the warmest days of the year so far, and when Artem and Pasha came up to his room at the end of the school day they were rather warm and out of breath. "Igor will be here in five minutes, Dimka," Artem said. "Pashka, tell Dima about your little problem after lunch." "Fuck yes, Dima; you know, I got so hard while we were talking to Igor at lunch that I was almost spunking; so I just couldn't get up from the table, it was so terrible. So I had to wait about ten minutes for it to go down." "What did you do, Pasha, rush to the toilet?" Dima asked, already getting hard himself as he imagined the sight of young Pasha sporting a huge erection showing in his trousers." "No, of course not. You know the toilets in our school have no doors, so it's impossible to wank there, as anyone might come in. So, when I had gone a bit softer we went down to the basement where these is a little room for cleaning equipment, but it was locked! So I just took it out and wanked it at the bottom of the stairs, Artem keeping watch." "Fuck, it was funny, Artem, added. "He came after about ten strokes and You should have seen the mess on the floor: it's still there, I bet! We just managed to get to our classes a few minutes late. You shoud wank before you come to school, Pasha, like I do," he continued. "I did, but it made no, difference. Hush, here comes Igor; let's be careful what we say. I know he has a regular girl, so he may regard our behavior as rather `blue'...." At that moment, Igor entered the room, and grinned at the assembled group. "Sorry, I am late, I had to go to the kiosk for a pie, as I was hungry," All three boys, of course, were dressed in their school clothes of black trousers, white shirt and red tie. As described before, Russian boys usually prefer to wear close fitting trousers, and as it was the end of the school year, both Pasha and Artem's were getting rather small for them, despite being lengthened in the leg. Pasha was obviously was not wearing briefs, his penis and balls well defined against his right thigh. As he tucked in his shirt, head of his penis was clearly outlined in the black material. Artem, on the other hand, because he always wore briefs, was sporting his usual ample bulge which, despite his being completely soft, was tenting his trousers and straining at the zip. "Are you ready, Dimka? Let's go," he commanded, somewhat to Igor's surprise, who was not acquainted with the close relationship between the two. As they walked downstairs, Dima ran his hand down Igor's back and onto his soft and warm bottom, leaving it there just long enough to indicate normal friendship. When they arived at Artem's house, they went straight up to his apartment, as his grandfather was still out. "Come in, comrades, Artem invited. " My mother will not be home before 7 o'clock, so we have lots of time. Igor, when do you have to leave?" "I suppose about that time, as I have some home tasks to perform for tomorrow's lessons," he replied as they all gathered round Artem's piano. "So, Igor, let's all do some singing exercises. Artem and Pasha will demonstrate, but you remember them from before." And so, Parsha began with Dima accompanying on the forte-piano. Igor then repeated, after he had once again found his voice. "Igor, you are not a baritone, sing up the octave," Artem commanded, as Igor had begun, using his hardened voice. "Yes, we can all sing like that," Pasha added, imitating Igor's baritone voice. "Sorry, guys; I'm out of practice, "he replied. But after some banter, Igor at last found his soprano voice and was soon producing the beautiful sound that Dima remembered from the boy. "Take it easy at first, Igor," Dima added, "until you are used to singing again. In the last six months you have matured greatly and you haven't used your singing voice; but it is still there and in time will become strong again. It's very good that you are coming to our camp, as you will receive the necessary practice." Igor was very happy with this advice and relieved that his voice was still good, as he had been afraid that it may have failed in the interim. "No, guys, let's try to call this director James Mason. Will you start your computer, Artem and sign into my Skype profile." Artem did this, as he knew Dima's password. "Yes, he has accepted your friend request, Dimka; shall I call him? Now for you English lesson, guys!" So the three boys and Dima gathered round the computer and soon at the agreed time James Mason was shown to be online. "Hell, Mr. Mason," Dima called, as the connection was made. "I'm very glad to speak to you, but excuse my English, as we do not have the opportunity here to communicate with native speakers very often." After the usual pleasantries, much information was exchanged about their respective choirs, and Dima introduced his three boys: "Here are some of my best choir boys, and Artem is our greatest. It was probably he whom you saw on the television which prompted you to contact us. "Oh, yes, I'm very glad to see you, Artem," James said. Artem's English was not bad, so he was able to tell James about his solos. "This is Igor," he said, making Igor sit in line of the camera. "Say something, Igor, don't be shy." Igor was able to mutter some words of English before relapsing into giggles. As we discovered in the last chapter, Artem's camera was very good and so James was able to see clearly the boys' pubertal development, and to observe Igor's deep speaking voice. "I expect you three boys are now singing baritone, or bass, perhaps." James asked. "No, no," Artem interjected, "we just have soprano voices in our choir, although Pasha thought he was a bass some minutes ago, he joked. "What are you saying, Artem? I don't understand," Pasha questioned. "It's okay, Pasha, I'll explain later," Dima reassured. "These, James, we only have soprano boys in our choir, although we train them to sing contralto too. With our training they may often retain the voice for several years." James was very interested to hear this, and he explained that he had four parts in his choir, most of the boys over the age of 12 or thirteen singing baritone or bass. And so the conversation went on, Artem and Pasha even singing their duet for James, who was astonished to hear the tone of the two boys. So much so that he was more determined to make the visit and requested information about the choir camp. "Can you give us contact details of some of your boys our age?" Artem asked. "We'd very much like to communicate with them." "Oh, yes, please, James," Dima added, I can send you photos of all the boys in our choir and their vkontakte details. We could make a display in school." James hesitated before explaining that he could not possibly give these details, as it was "sensitive" information and permission would have to be sought from parents. Our boys thought this very strange, as here everyone swaps details with everyone, but apparently it is not so in Great Britain. But, it was agreed that Dima would send to James all his boys' contact details which he could give to his boys if they were interested in communicating. James explained that he had four boys interested in visiting already, including his own son Peter, who was twelve years old and now singing baritone. Soon after that the call ended. "How can they have fucking 12 year olds singing baritone?" Pasha asked, shocking Igor by his rude language in front of Dima. "It must sound fucking terrible. "It's okay, Igor," Artem added. "Dimka is our great friend, and we have no secrets, and you too can be if you want," he added cryptically. "I suppose it's because they are singing in their hardened speaking voices," Dima replied. "I believe it is very common now, but not correct technique of course and rather dangerous; but I am most concerned how these boys would blend with our choir and spoil the tone." "You mean that all their fucking boy sopranos are smooth and hardly spunking," Igor added, grinning at Artem, to the welcome shock of the others. Obviously Igor was not as prudish as they had thought. "If that were the case in our choir, I could never have joined it as I've had pubes for over two years," he added. "Well, I'm just getting my first pubes," Pasha stated; "So I suppose I might just pass as a boy soprano as far as James is concerned. "Fuck, Pasha, you mean you haven't got a bush already! When I saw you get hard at lunchtime I thought you must have, far more than me, in fact" Igor said. "Okay, Igor," Artem said. "You are asking for it now! Let's check you out. We are not blue or anything, and we know you are hot on girls, but if you want to be part of our group, you must be on my list!. Dimka, where do you think he ranks on the list?" "Well, Igor, I would say you would be "Thickly spunking with a fucking bush. I am I right? "That's for you to find out!" replied Igor cheekily! "Okay, you fucking spunker, let Dima check you out," Pasha retorted, groping with his hand over the front of Igor's loose-fitting trousers. "Not much there, Dimka, I bet he's still smooth," he continued. "Fuck, Pasha! That hurt, you blue boy! I'm very particular who touches my balls," he said, but with a twinkle in his eye, and grabbing Pasha's erection, which was clearly outlined in his trousers. "Okay, Igor: Come here and let's have a look at you," Dima said, drawing the boy close to the chair on which he was sitting. Igor submitted with pleasure. "So, let's look at your face. Despite your slight build you are showing some signs of puberty, especially in the growth of hair, even a little on the chin, see boys!" he said, running his fingers over the fine, silky hairs above Igor's lip. "Fucking, spunker, Igor; why don't you shave it?" Pasha asked, coming close as Dima began to unbutton the boy's shirt. "I hadn't really noticed it was so visible," Igor replied, as he submitted to Dima's undressing. "Do you like it?" Off came the shirt, and the close-fittting vest revealing - FUCKING PUBERTY! - erect nipples surrounded by fucking chest hairs! At the sight of the hairs, Pasha could contain his erection no longer, unfastening his trousers and peeling down his white trunks to release his swollen penis, the skin of which he peeled back. Artem, meanwhile was trying to contain himself until he could see Igor's pubic area, but his erection was also too great to be contained with comfort in his trousers. "So, see the nipples, and hair, boys: a great sign of advanced puberty. Here, Pasha, rub the nipple. "Fucking puberty, Igor, you are making me hot," Pasha said as he rubbed gently Igor's left nipple.. Meanwhile, Dima was unfastening the boy's trousers and lowering his green briefs. But what a fucking surprise when his pubertal development was revealed. "Fucking hell, Igor you're ... comments to Vanya at the e-mail above