Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 10:39:12 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes 20 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 pleasedon'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 thestory. Please DO NOT makecopies, or post this story in any other sites without my permission Jack and Pasha Thank you again to those who have given feedback and useful suggestions to make the English boys sound more real. I've been asked to give a brief description of the main characters in our story at the moment, so here is the latest news: As of July, almost a full year since the choir was founded; we review first our Russian Boy Sopranos Vladik and Vladimir (Vova) 12 – twins with full bushes, now speaking in hardened tones but with good soprano voices. These dark-haired boys are not tall but are very sexy and their balls well formed. Victor 13 – new pubes. Tall and quite handsome with light-brown hair. His balls are well hanging in the sac and there sparse hair at the base of his penis Igor 13 – full bush, chest hair and growing moustache and some facial hair. The most advanced of all the choir boys but still, remarkably, retaining a good soprano register. The most hairy of all the boys, especially on the legs and his genitals, which are completely covered, almost obscuring the balls and penis from view when soft. His ball-sac hangs very low but his actual balls are not large. Has had sexual experiences with several girls but ejaculates prematurely, thus not satisfying them. Pasha 13 - has the largest and fullest balls in the choir, until recently completely smooth, now developing a fucking bush, also with some facial hair. His ball-sac is heavy and hangs very low,making it necessary for his to wear some kind of support for comfort. Normally he wears cotton trunks, supporting his balls to rest against the left thigh. His school trousers are well cut to give him room, but when he wears his choir uniform the bulge is much more obvious. The only fully blue boy in the choir! Misha 10 and spunking; thick pubes at base of penis. Showing signs of puberty in the face. Sasha 11, and cousin of Misha. Recently introduced the art of wanking to Misha. Developing bush. Nikita 13 – smooth and spunking clear spunk. This is little Dima's cousin. Artem 14.3 - full bush. Best soprano soloist. Light blond moustache and hair under arms. Balls and penis of very ample proportions and now thick bush of a darkening colour Sasha 12 -no signs of puberty; no hair. Dima 14 - Still the youngest looking; no hair but spunking thickly now. Very intense orgasms. Very promising soloist. Losha 14.4- still smooth well developed thick, but not long penis and attractive balls, very full and round. Penis sits on top of his balls pointing outwards when soft, head slightly exposed. Speaking voices still unbroken but not childish. Mature sperm. Danil 14.9 - is still completely devoid of any hair, except on his dark head! His heavy penis is by far the longest in the choir but is balls are average for his age. His expected pubes have not yet arrived but his heavy penis with exposed head, even when soft, made him an attractive sight. Speaking voice not childish but not hardened. English Boys Peter 15 - Bass soloist: Still boyish looking; few signs of puberty in the face. Developing pubes. Thickly spunking. Balls and penis of average size. Josh 15 - Tenor soloist: Very young looking. Young pubes. Andrew 14 - Bass: Mature boy. Full bush. Facial hair. Sexually experienced with his girlfriend Michael 14 - Alto: Very young looking. Smooth but balls quite heavy and large. Jack 13 - Treble soloist: Black curly bush. Thick, mature penis, foreskin retracted. Attracted to boys secretly. Often ejaculates when he sings. Has the beginnings of dark moustache. Christian 12 - Baritone: Good-looking boy but not overly mature. Thick pubes around penis but elsewhere smooth.. Jon 11 - Treble: Very young looking. Smooth. Adrian 11 - Treble: Thickly spunking . Smooth but balls extremely mature and expecting pubes. Ian 10 - Treble soloist: Very young looking. Not spunking. Smooth. Matthew 10 - Treble: Mature for his age. Possible spunker. Smooth but mature balls. Early the next morning, or friends were awake and getting ready for breakfast. A reminder of the rooms in the camp in which the boys are living: Andrew with Artem, Pasha, Dima and Igor Josh and Peter, with Losha and Danil Michael and Jack with Viktor and Nikita Christian and Adrian with Vladik, Vova and Andrey Jon and Ian and Matthew, with Misha and Sasha In the morning, Jack was woken by Losha and Daniel and told to get ready for breakfast: it was already almost time to go. Artem and the boys in his room had just returned from washing. James and Dima were already waiting for the boys in the main room. Ms.Barnes had appeared and seemed unfortunately fully recovered from her supposed food poisoning! Soon all the boys came to the main room and Dima read out the legends for the day. "So, today, boys, we are going to have some classes in vocal technique. Our foreign boy sopranos will take lessons with our soloists and older boys. James is going to play the piano for them. Ms. Barnes will teach some technique to those singing other parts. Our younger boys will go with me for the first part for theory study until 12 o'clock when they will join the rehearsal. "Who is going to be in charge of your boys when they are in the rehearsal, and who will take the rehearsal?" Ms Barnes asked coldly. "We should not have the responsibility of a group of unknown boys. How will James communicate with them.?" "Dima looked very puzzled. "I didn't quite understand the question, Ms Barnes. Maybe I did not speak correctly. Artem will take the practice with the help of the other soloists. His English is excellent and will translate everything necessary. The young boys won't be there, so there will be no problems. It's not necessary to appoint an adult in charge of the group. Don't worry," he added! "You will have just your own boys who are singing lower parts in your rehearsal, so there will be no problem". Just then it was necessary to go to breakfast, so Ms Barnes was left to her thoughts as she followed the group to the dining room. "Is the woman a little crazy?" Dima asked James, as they were walking together? "She is crazy with strange ideas, I think. Maybe she will calm down, but I doubt it," he added as they arrived at the canteen. Soon everyone was sitting in his place eating porridge, and also curd cake with sweet milk. "What is this coffee? It tastes funny," Jack asked Artem who was sitting on the opposite table with the boys from his room, including Pasha at whom the boy kept casting glances all through breakfast!" "It's not coffee, Jack. We aren't allowed coffee in camps, as it's thought to be a drug and rather bad for health. I don't know the word in English, but wait, I'll look it up on my telephone." With that, Artem searched his telephone dictionary for the word. "Yes, yes, it's the same as in Russian, stupid me: "Chicory". Don't you like it?" "It's okay and better than that sour milk we had for supper!" he said, drinking the hot liquid. Soon all were finished: the boys cleaned the tables and assembled in their three groups. Ms Barnes was standing awaiting her boys: Peter, Josh, Andrew, Michael, Christian and Jack whom she had been encouraging to sing baritone for some time. However, she was very annoyed when both Jack and Michael announced that they would join the main group. "You come with us," Pasha had told Jack as they were finishing clearing the breakfast. "Can I come, too?" Michael asked I can't stand that fucking woman and I'm sure I could sing better if I tried with you guys." As you know, the boy had been singing a second part but with difficulty. "Just come, Dima will be glad, I am sure," Artem answered. So, after some argument with Ms Barnes, the two boys showed up at the room where the 13 Russian boys were waiting. James was surprised to see Michael, but said nothing to him. "Ok guys," Artem began. "You know solfage of course!" "I'm afraid our boys don't know it, " James answered, as his boys looked very puzzled. "It's not been taught in our country for many years as it's considered unnecessary and old fashioned. Is it still used in Russia?" "Of course," Artem answered."My grandfather says it is essential and the finest method for good tuning. If you know it you can sing any note, and I mean any note without even thinking." "So, for ten minutes we will do breathing exercises. You must be able to breathe out for one minute at least: let's see who can do it." Our English friends failed this test miserably, as they all had short breathing, but after some time it was improved. After that Artem made no apology in insisting that the singing of the solfage must be done very quietly. "Dima told me it must be so, because we have boys not used to our methods and only in this way will the correct voice be found." So, the solfage began: "Sorry, James," but we must do the solfage from the top notes to the bottom, not from bottom to top," he said, asking James to stop playing. "Pashka, show them how it must be done, without accompaniment." So Pasha and Dima (who wanted to help) sang a very high note very quietlyand with the mouth closed and then opened the mouth to bring it to a soft vowel, showing where the sound must originate. And so, our English boys followed by example and soon found that their voices began to improve, of curse slowly because of previous bad technique. James was astonished when Jack suddenly broke into quite a beautiful voice as he was following Pasha's example. "It's very great, Artem," James said after they had practised for about forty minutes. I've learnt a great deal." "It's normal, James; and of course it's because we have such a great teacher. My grandfather says he is the best since his own choirmaster. You know he was the greatest soloist in Soviet times? He will visit us in some days." It was now time for a break and the boys had around 30 minutes to relax and go to the canteen to take sweet bread and some juice. "Artem, come to Jack and me," called Pasha as they left the canteen. Artem saw that the two boys were walking away from the corpus. Artem caught up with them. "Hi, guys, let's walk a little," Artem suggested, and soon the three were on the forest path and into the beautiful trees. Artem was quite a little taller than both Jack and Pasha, so he put hjs arms round Jack's shoulders. "So, Jack, you've made good friends with our Pashka, have you? I saw you looking into his eyes so lovingly at breakfast. Be careful that Barnes woman doesn't see you. "Fuck, was it so obvious? What's Pasha told you?" "It's okay, Jack. Pasha knew you wanted me to help you communicate, so he told me just a few things, but don't worry," he comforted, letting his hand slip down to the boys right buttock. "Artem, ask Jack to move into our room. Maybe he could swap with Andrew. How could we arrange it?" So the discussion went on for about five minutes about how Andrew could be persuaded to move out without any suspicions being raised, especially Ms. Barnes' suspicions. "You know, I think there is a spare room with two beds in our corpus," Artem remarked. "Maybe he and Igor could go in together. I know Igor has already talked to one of the girls on the camp whose mother works here. Maybe we can tempt Andrew with this girl and suggest it would be more private in a room with just two boys who are after the girls." "Ok, Artem, great! We'll talk to Igor. But can you leave me and Jack for ten minutes now before we go back." Artem smiled and whispered to Pasha: " Go on, you wanker, but don't be long. And don't make a mess on Jack's clothes!" With that, Artem quickly left, figuring that the two would have 15 minutes together before then needed to go back. The two were quite alone and unlikely to be disturbed amongst the thick trees. Pasha leant back against a tree, his legs slightly apart. "Come, Jack, quickly. Little time," he said, as Jack came close and pressed his groin into the bulge in Pasha's shorts. The two looked at each other deep in the eyes for some moments. "Fuck, your little mustache makes me so hot," Pasha whispered in Russian, running his finger through the thickening hairs above Jack's lip. The boy seemed to understand and in turn ran his fingers through Pasha's far less distinct facial hair. Soon their lips met and they began to kiss passionately, the hands of each on the other's buttocks,their tongues exploring each other's mouth. Soon each had lowered the other's shorts, exposing the respective throbbing member. Pasha slowly turned Jack round, so that his bottom was exposed. He motioned to Jack to bend over and hold on to the tree. Pasha's penis was well lubricated with pre-cum as he placed the exposed head exactly in the right spot. It was a little difficult for Jack at first, as it was the first time, but he was a well-developed boy with an ample bottom, and Pasha found no difficulty in sliding his in his member very deeply. After some attempts, he was fuly immersed, his little short pubes brushing Jacks buttocks, and then began the desired motions. Because he was emitting copious amounts of lubrication, Jack felt no hardship, just sheer pleasure. His own penis was fuly erect and when he felt Pasha's free hand wanking him he was in heaven. It was Pasha's first time too in this full way. He'd pressed close to boys before ,as we know, and even spunked into their trousers on the metro. Both boys were shaking as they came to orgasm together and collapsed on the ground where they leay for a moment unteil Pasha realised there may be dangerous insects. "Stand up, Jack, Let's go,"he said, taking tissues out ofhis pocket to give to Jack to help him clean up. Some of Pasha's spunk was running down his friends leg, but it was soon cleaned, and the two innocent-looking choirboys made their way back to the choir practice where they arrived just in time not to have been missed. "Pashka," your trousers are unbuttoned," whispered Dima as he came in the door where his choirmaster and friend was standing. Comments and suggestions welcome. -- Ivan Ivanocich