Date: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 07:52:50 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes 19 Russian Choirboy Pubes – 19 A Lesson from Andrew 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. And so, Jack and Pasha made their way back to the corpus . It was late at night and they really shouldn't have been roaming the territory at that hour. "Can we stay out a little longer?" Jack asked Pasha, as they neared the corpus. "I've never know a boy like you and -- fuck, I don't know what to say! " "Take it easy," Pasha said in Russian, stopping just outside the door to kiss Jack once again "Pasha, I don't understand you! What are you saying? Speak English! " Jack added, desperately trying to understand the emotions of his new friend whilst at the same time cupping his hand over Pasha's bulge, well supported by his cotton trunks which held his equipment snugly against his right theigh. "Artem will help to communicate, but don't worry now," Pasha replied, taking the boy's head into his hands and kissing him, one again, on the lips whilst feeling Jack's penis again.. "We must go," he said, leading the way into the corpus. All was quiet. The night watchman was perhaps in his room drinking, so the two boys slipped to their rooms. "Paska, you blue spunker!" Artem whispered, as the boy crept into the room. All was quiet, as Dima and Andrew were sleeping "What have you been doing with innocent young Jack?" Artem and Pasha's beds were adjacent. Andrew and Dima were asleep at the other end of the room. Pasha slowly in the dark made his way to Artem's bed. "Come, Pashka! Tell me about it," he said, as he made room for the boy in his narrow bed. Pasha crawled into the bed and lay close to Artem, their bodies touching and Pasha's hand stroking Artem's bottom. "You fucking blue boy; tell me about it!" teased Artem. "You call me `blue' but what about you and Dima, and all the things we have done together?" Pasha asked in a whisper. "Don't be angry with me." "Pasha, you know you will never even touch a girl or a woman: you are true blue boy, and I love you for it," Artem replied, stroking Pasha's leg. "Dima s my best friend forever, but one day, I'll take a woman, but never desert Dimka. When we have sex it is something very special between us. But I can also enjoy sex with girls, or will when I choose. But you will have a harder time in Russia, as you could never take a girl, I know it. So we must protect you." "How do you know it?" Pasha replied with tears in his face. "It's true, of course, but how do you know it?" "Because I know you!" Artem went on. "Dima knows it too. You are my special friend and always will be. Now tell me about your lovely Jack. Did you suck him? Is he a strong spunker?" So, in soft whispers, Pasha's mouth against Artem's ear as they cuddled closely, Pasha told the story of his soft seduction of Jack and of his passionate kisses. "So, Jack must be true blue boy. Normal boys wouldn't kiss, I think," Artem whispered, as he felt Pasha's hardened penis sticking into his groin. "Go, easy, Pashka; I don't want your thick spunk in my bed tonight." "It's okay, I'm not going to spunk: I did it three times already today," he giggled, as he felt Artem gently massaging his penis. "Go to your bed, or I'll be spunking," Artem said. "I wanted to go to Dima, but couldn't because he was sleeping with James. I couldn't wank with little Dima either earlier because Andrew is asleep and we don't know his psychology yet, so I'll wait until tomorrow." With that, Pasha gave Artem a kiss on the cheek and quietly returned to his own bed. Meanwhile, Andrew woke in his bed next to Dima who was sleeping soundly, if not quietly. Andrew, like the other English boys, had not had chance to masturbate since they left England. "Fuck," he thought. "Where do these boys go to wank? There are no fucking doors on the toilets and there's no privacy at all." He'd woken with an extreme erection having been re-living in his dream his last sexual experience with his girlfriend. He was afraid of spunking the sheets and had almost shot, just waking in time to avoid the accident. He had pulled back the covers and was thinking about the possibility of wanking in his bed and trying to catch the spunk in a tissue. Suddenly he heard a whispered voice: "Andrew: are you okay? What's wrong?" It was Artem, softly calling from his bed some metres away. "It's nothing, Artem," Andrew whispered; "But can I ask you something?" "Of course," came the reply. "I don't believe I'm saying this, but how do you guys manage without girls for so long, and where do you go to wank?" "Andrey, this is Russia. Take it easy, as Pasha keeps saying. Do you want to wank now? Just get out of bed and sit on the chair and just do it. If you really want a girl, we'll find one, but can't guarantee the quality," he joked in a whisper. He would never have done it in England, but Andrew instinctively obeyed Artem, silently creeping out of bed and sitting on the chair. "I'm not gay," Andrew added hesitatingly, as he took off his boxers and tok is erect penis into his hand, drawing back the skin of his penis and fingering the exposed head. "Don't worry. We are not, either," Artem assured him, thinking of the one dear exception. "It's okay to wank here, the others don't mind. What are you thinking about? Your girl at home?" "Fuck, yes," Andrew replied, resting from his stimulation for a moment to let the tension go down. "I've been shagging her for a few months now; she's really hot. What about you, Artem? How many have you shagged?" "You mean fucked?" Artem asked, not understanding the word. "I'm not into girls yet, but I've been sucked by one about a year ago. Igor is the one you should talk about if you want to know about girls. His problem is that he cums too quickly." "Oh, that's just practice," Andrew replied, resuming the slow fingering of his head using his thumb and two fingers. "Look, do it like this for a minute or two and then stop and let it die down." Artem got out of his bed and come over to where Andrew was sitting, legs spread apart. By now, Dima was awake and sitting up in bed. "Wake up, guys," Dima called to Igor and Pasha. "Andrew is giving a lesson on English wanking techniques." "No, he's showing us how to wank for longer without spunking quickly," Artem replied. "Igor, this is your problem too!" "Fuck, yes," Igor answered, getting out of his bed and coming over to where the whole group were now gathered. "Artem, tell him that when I fuck a girl, I come so quickly that she wants to dump me." "Ok, guys," Andrew began. "You're mostly pretty mature, judging from the size of your balls, and all think spunkers, except smooth little Dima, think!" Secretly, Andrew was getting quite aroused at the sight of Igor, Pasha, Artem, and little Dima sitting in the edge of the two nearest beds from where Andrew was sitting. He couldn't believe that the boys with their large balls and thick bushes and developing body hair were still boy sopranos. In fcat he had been shocked when he had caught sight of Jack's full bush in the shower earlier and had meant to tell his friend than in no way should a thick spunker with a bush be singing "treble" as they called it. But now before him sat boys even more mature than him in some cases. "Of course, I can spunk, and thickly too," Dima replied. "I'm older than most here, and my balls have grown a lot, look!" "Artem shone his torch on Dima as he stood up, his balls now hanging quite heavily in their sac. The scrotum skin seemed to have thinned a little and one of his balls was clearly visible pressing again the side of the sac. "Our little Dima is maturing, it is true," Artem remarked. "Not a fucking hair, of course, and there won't be for some time; but you know, guys, I think Dima is going to have quite a size on him in a year's time. Maybe not the size of our Pasha, but enough!" "Ok, guys. You want a lesson. First pull the skin back as far as you want." Most of the boys were already erect, even Pasha, who had had so much activity only recently. "Ok, so when you start to wank, don't put it in your fist and jerk it, but take your finger and thumb and gently rub the head for some minutes. Igor, and Artem, you are very mature, so let's see you first." So both boys gently massaged the throbbing head. "When you feel the spunk rising, let go and rest. Pasha, don't fist it," he repeated as he noticed the boy wanking. "Rest now!" Artem, was translating as necessary but soon it was not necessary as each boy in his turn came close to climax and then relaxed. "Pasha's problem is that he leaks pre-cum for ages, and his spunking is so copious that it's embarrassing for him. Dima's problem is that he screams so loudly when he has an orgasm, all can hear in the house! My problem is that I suddenly lose control and wank wildly and spunk where I don't want it to go," Artem explained. "Ok, Dima," Pasha added," take your wash cloth and bite it and show Andrew your orgasm now." Dima obliged by gagging his mouth and then reverting to his normal technique of taking the penis into his hand and wanking wildly soon approached his mind-blowing climax. "Go, go," Dimka, whispered Pasha as the others, even Andrew, were wanking wildly too. The sight of the smooth and beautiful teenager wanking wildlt was too much even for Andrew. Dimas limbs were tense, his body shaking, his face in ecstasy as precum was lubricating the head. Suddenly his whole bdy shot back against the wall as his first long blast of spunk shop far into the air, hitting the lamp! "Fucking spunker," Andrew breathed as he shot his own load onto the floor. Igor and Pasha were not far behind, Pasha's emission lasting about 10 seconds as his balls had been emptied only recently. "OMG guys; don't tell my friends or they will think I'm gay," Andrew said, rather worried and his emotions. "Take it easy, Andrew; you don't have to be gay to enjoy wanking with other guys," Igor reassured. "But it fucking helps!" Artem whispered to Pasha his blue friend. "Guys, let's clean up and get to bed," Artem commanded. We'll wash in the morning! Comments and encouragement welcome