Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 19:29:35 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes 23 Russian Choirboy Pubes Chapter 23 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. Vanya does appreciate your comments, so please send them to the email above. I am sorry for the mistakes in English, Little Dima I have had several messages of encouragement and help in getting things right as far as the English boys are concerned, and requests to tell more about little Dima and the Russian boy who made many people very hot. In the last episode we left our boys in the changing room where they had found James Mason, the English choirmaster who had gone to have a quiet shower whilst everyone was at the disco. If he had known what had been taking place there, he would certainly have wanted to view the spectacle. The boys had been quite excited, as we read, because of the hot girls they had been dancing with, and in the case of some, we know that the activity had gone much further. So, before we continue our story and tell write about the downfall of Ms Barnes, the feminist Englishwoman, we will (as requested) speak more of Little Dima. Dima is 14-years-old, fair, small but growing and boyish and – FUCKING PUBERTY! - so sexy As he advances into puberty he becomes more beautiful every day As you know, the boy had been hotly wanking at least twice a day for the past few months. He'd first started dry wanking at the age of eleven and his first watery spunk had been produced at the age of twelve in bed whilst fucking his pillow. For a long time, his spunk had remained clear and watery and easily absorbed into his briefs when he wanked, which wasn't all that often. But since he had joined the choir and got himself involved with the other boys, he had developed a regular routine, and now he had passed the age of fourteen his urges have become all consuming. His balls had matured greatly over the months we have known him and were now quite bulbous but very shapely and he was still devoid of a single hair. But his penis had also grown and it was no longer the boyish member it once was, but now was long, shapely and easily aroused. Constant wanking had loosened the skin considerably and now the head, which had gown fatter than the shaft, was slightly exposed even when soft and the skin slid back unaided when aroused. Until he was thirteen he never really pulled the skin back and it was only after the wanking sessions with Artem and the boys that he had learned to completely expose the head. Like most Russian boys Dima had unrestricted access to his computer, and he could normally be alone in his apartment for at least two hours every day after school. So, he would arrive home and quickly strip himself to his underpants, sit at his computer and go to is favourite porno sites. First he would click on some photos and then choose a video. As he sat at his computer, he would resist the temptation to touch himself for as long as possible, enjoying the feeling of becoming more and more aroused. As he hardened, he would feel the skin slipping back inside his briefs and the sensation of the swelling penis moving upwards towards the waistband, the sensitive head rubbing against the soft material. After around ten minutes of watching the video, he would gently lower his briefs, exposing the swollen helmet, which was hard against his stomach. He would then gently touch the head with his fingers, letting out the first of a series of moans as the wonderful sensation surged through his body. His heart would be beating fast as he closed his computer, stood up and removed his briefs. His ample balls would be drawn up and his swollen penis, like a hot poker flat against his stomach. He would than throw himself on his bed and fuck his pillow for a few seconds, moaning loudly, just like he'd done when he was younger. However, in the past months his spunk had become white and thick and his orgasms ever more powerful and he had to be careful where he spunked! He was not a quiet wanker and his breath would be heavy, his movements wild as he turned over, draw up his legs , took his penis in his hand, begin wildly wanking, pulling he skin back and forth over the head of his penis. . As he felt the spunk raising his breath would become short, his toes would curl, and his language in between moans would become sexual and charged. And as he came to a crashing orgasm, he would almost pass out as the first shot of spunk was fired, followed by two or three others. So that would be the boy's major session of the day but every night, he would wait until everyone was asleep in the house before urgently relieving himself, covered by his bed sheets in the hope of making little noise. Although he greatly enjoyed his wanking sessions and the great times with his fellow choirboys, he had been longing to fuck a girl for some time, and had realised his dream at the camp, as we witnessed in the last chapter. So back to our last meeting with Dima in the changing room at camp. His head was still filled by the mind-blowing experience he had had with the girl at the disco. It had not been difficult to persuade her to go outside with him to a secluded spot where they had embraced. Before he had even pressed close to her he had felt her hand on the front of his thin trousers.. The rest we described in the last chapter. Now he was finishing in the shower with just Artem, as the others had gone back to the corpus with young Misha. "So, James" Artem said to the English choirmaster who had by now recovered his composure and was finishing washing in the shower. . "We will wait for you." Both boys had noticed how closely James had been watching them in the shower and how he had been stroking Misha's bottom earlier. "Do you see how he watches us?" Duma said to Artem in Russian. "Of course. So, we can have some fun with him," Artem replied. "Let's try to lead him on." "Do you think he will think we blue?, Dima replied, speaking about his choirmaster. "How could he think we are blue, Dima," Artem comforted. "Just because we fucked girls tonight doesn't mean we can't have fun. It was my first time too, but I'm not going to stop having fun with our friends. Anyway; are you ready for another wank? Shall we see if he likes smooth boys or bushes!!!! We may as well have some fun! At this thought, little Dima's hormones started to work again and his erection began to rise, the foreskin slipping back to expose the head. "Okay, I'll take that as a positive answer!" Artem said as he checked Dima over for signs of pubic hairs. At this point, James came out of the shower room to join the boys who were sitting in the changing room. He seemed still quite embarrassed to be naked in front of boys, or maybe to see naked boys in front of him! "Take it easy James," Dima said (which Artem translated into English); "he's just checking to see if my pubes are growing!". "Oh, it's nice of you both to wait for me," James said, as he stood there, dripping wet from the shower and not believing his eyes as he beheld Dima's erection. He really couldn't decide who was the most sexy: Artem with his large penis, hanging balls and thick bush or little Dima! "Why aren't you dressed already, boys? You must be cold." "We were just talking about the concert at the end of the camp," Dima lied, drying his hair with his towel. "No, we were talking about sex," Artem teased, drying his pubes with his towel, his penis beginning to rise. "So, boys, what classes are you in a school?" James asked, trying to make conversation, and to control himself. "We'll both be in the 8 th class," Artem replied. "But Dima is in a parallel class, because he is stupid," he teased. James was surprised to hear that Dima was in the same class, as he looked much younger. "So you are both fourteen; that's interesting," James went on, comparing the development of the boys. "Yes, Dima is still a baby,see how he has no pubes yet," Artem teased, looking closely at Dima's balls. This was too much for James, who was fast becoming erect. At this point, we must take up the story from James's point of view. We know from past chapters that he had a close interest in boys, and had watched his son closely as he progressed in puberty. In fact, although he had a very god relationship with his wife, if was adolescent boys that really attracted him. His son Christian was constantly exciting him especially as he had heard him wanking several times at night. But things had always been difficult in Britain and more so recently; so he was utterly amazed by the free and affectionate behaviour of our Russian friends. It was very difficult for him even to see a naked boy in his own country, so he could not have believed his fortune when he managed to see so many in so few days in Russia. He was utterly besotted with several of the boys: Misha the little boy with the bush; Artem the soloist with the biggest penis in the choir; the twins with their fucking bushes and hairy legs, Igor with his facial hair, and OMF Pasha with his huge smooth ball and sparse pubes. Now he was confronted with little Dima, so hotly erect in front of him and the ever-charismatic Artem, so boyish in his face, but – fucking puberty! ´- so sexy. "So, boys, did you enjoy the disco?" he asked. "Yes, thanks, and I think Christian enjoyed it too. Did he tell you?" Artem replied, referring to James's son. "I'm glad you are looking after him, and thanks for that. I don't want him to think his father is round him all day. He must make friends." "Well, Dima is already looking after him, aren't you Dimka? He asked, thinking about the condom Dima had sold to Christian before the disco. "Dima, you look so stupid there" he said (referring to his erection); "are you going to wank it or put on your clothes?" He said this in English and then repeated it in Russian. Meanwhile, Dima was massaging his swollen penis with his towel. "Come on guys!" Dima replied. "Let's have a quick wank and get back. I'm tired!" With that, and to James's amazement, Dima sat on the bench and started fully wanking. James just watched open mouthed as the boy came to his usual crashing climax, and was utterly amazed when he fell back onto the floor after shooting his spunk in two blasts so strongly. Because of their recent ejaculation, neither boy was at his best, and Artem didn't manage to hit the roof. James was shocked and suddenly rushed off to the toilet, as if he hadn't seen anything, where he was able to spunk strongly in private. "Fucking classna!!!!!!" Dima said to Artem. "Do think we frightened him?" "Maybe he thinks we will tell Ms Barnes!" Artem replied. But don't worry. The secret is safe with our two boys!!! At that moment James came back and tried to behave as if nothing had happened. He quickly changed and said he had to hurry back, leaving Dima and Artem in the changing room alone "Okay, so tomorrow we deal with that Barnes woman. We have our plans, so let's hope they are successful," Dima said to Artem, as they walked, arm in arm back to the corpus, where they were scolded by the guards for being out so late. -- Ivan Ivanocich