Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2013 10:48:33 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes -pt seven FUCKING PUBERTY!!!! 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. I was very happy to receive very good reports of the last chapter, which some said was the best so far; also there were many suggestions including that the boys should have a banya after the concert. This will happen in the next chapter, as I have decided to extend the series slightly. Part Seven - FUCKING PUBERTY! It had been Artem's 14th birthday shortly before the concert and his grandfather had suggested he invite friends in the choir to the banya where they could have a sort of second birthday celebration. "Will you come, Dimka?" Artem asked as they were alone after the concert. "We can only accommodate 15 in total, but I have invited some very interesting boys. "Oh my fuck, Artem! Whom have you invited? -- of course I will come," Dima replied! Atem explained that he had been very cunning and had invited all the boys whom he thought would excite Dima. "You deserve it, Dimka! You are so good to us! Let me see, here is my list!" And from his pocket, Artem took out a list of names: "Well, I have invited the four 14 year olds who are - or were -- still bald at my last sighting of them. Then you remember the 13 year old bald boy with largest balls in the choir? That is Pasha and he has agreed to come. The 11 year old twins unfortunately cannot come, but Misha, the nine- year-old spunker with the start of a bush, low balls and well-wanked penis will come with his cousin, Sasha, the 10year also showing the start of a bush. So we should have a great time as there will be older bald boys and some young bushes! Little Dimka will come too. He's so cute and innocent looking!" "Fucking puberty, Artem. You'll have me spunking," Dima replied, cupping his right hand over Artem's bulge. "What about Andrey, will you invite him too?" " Oh, yes, I forgot about that bald spunker; I'll ask him," the boy replied as Dima was continuing to squeeze Artem's bulge. "Fuck, stop, Dimka! I'm hard already and almost shooting. If you want to suck me off, let's go somewhere quiet!," he whispered. By this time, the two were walking together in the street away from the concert hall. Dima was just about to reply to Artem's remark about his near spunking and his exciting invitation when the boy had a call on his telephone from his grandfather, who was, by this time, at home celebrating with his old friend "little Vova". "Will you come to our house tonight, Dimka? My grandfather wants to invite you. My mother must be away tonight, so he wants us to celebrate together." Dima, of course, agreed very quickly and became excited. (A note for our western readers to inform them that such an invitation invariably involves spending the night at the host's house, and Dima could think of no better way of spending his time - and the night - than with his friend Artem.) "We'll come now, Dada; we'll take the trolley-bus and be home in 30 minutes." Turning to Dima he suggested speed: "Let's go; my grandmother is cooking traditional dishes and dinner is ready!!" With those words, he took Dima by the hand and almost ran him to the tram stop. "It's our tram, Dimka - let's go!" Fortunately, the spring weather had arrived, the hard frost and snow and ice melted and it was safe for Dima to run quickly in the street, so the two ran to the stop as the old soviet-style blue tram rattled to a stop. The conductress was not pleased when Artem tried to get on board before an old woman had got out. "Boy, do not push onto my tram," she shouted, poking him in the ribs. "I'm sorry; I was too excited; I have a celebration at home," he said to her as they got into the tram. The conductor was pacified and gave them each a ticket, for which Dima paid a total of 18 rubles. "It's great, Dimka," Artem said, looking at the ticket; "It's lucky!" "Keep it carefully, Artem," Dima laughed. For those who don't know about Russian bus and tram tickets, they are printed with two sets of numbers, and if both add up to the same total, it is a 'lucky' ticket, so must be kept carefully and eaten if in trouble! Soon they found themselves at Artem's house and the boy took his key to open the door to the entrance hall. Dima had been there before, of course, but not to Artem's grandfather's apartment. They took the elevator and found the apartment door open, Artem's grandmother waiting. "My dear Dima, I am so glad to see you," she announced. "Vlad and his long-lost Vova are in the living room: come and join them," she said, between hugging Dima and covering Artem with kisses. At this moment, the two men came out of the living room and into the hall. Artem rushed to hug his grandfather. "You are too big for me to pick up now," the old man said. "Either that, or I am getting feeble". "Here Vova, greet my dear grandson," he said to his long-lost friend. "You know, Artem," Vova said, kissing Artem on the cheek; "I was shocked when I heard you sing tonight. It was just as I remember your grandfather's voice, so long ago. And to confirm this, we have just been listening to his broadcast. It was like his voice had returned from the dead." "Just like you have returned to me from the dead, Vova. I still cannot believe it, he said, putting his arms round his old friend!" Artem's breast swelled with pride at these remarks. "I am sure my voice is not as fine as yours once was. But I have a lot to thank my friend Dima for," he added. And so, the celebration began and continued for two hours until Artem grew very tired. "Yes, we have all had a very long day," his grandfather added. You will stay with us tonight, of course. If you don't mind sleeping with Artem, he will take you up with him to his mother's apartment. It will be more comfortable for you, and you can both go off to school at an early hour, while we down here sleep longer." "Yes, Dima; I can make breakfast for us in the morning, or we can eat it in the school canteen," Artem added, as the two bade goodnight. "Come on, let's go." So, they left the apartment, Artem's grandfather reminding Dima of the invitation to the banya the following weekend. As the two walked towards the elevator, Artem gave a giggle. "What are you laughing about, Artem?" Dima asked as they entered the lift. "I don't know, Dimka, but it was a great night. I'm glad my family like you so much: I think you are my best friend now." "Only now?" Dima teased as he let his hand run all over Artem's full bottom. "Dimka, you are getting sexy again; and, you know you almost made me spunk earlier," he added as they entered his mother's apartment where they would be alone until the next morning. "You'll sleep with me, of course, Dimka. That's if you don't mind," he added with a grin. ( I must add that it's not unusual for two to share a bed in our society, especially good friends when visiting; accommodation being often cramped. But here, I think, Artem had a little more excitement in mind!) "Fucking puberty, Artem!" Dima whispered, as he took the boy's head into his hand, stroking his beautiful blond hair. "I've just noticed you have shaved off the hairs you had on your lip." "I'm sorry, Dimka; my mother made me do it for the concert. She said they were beginning to show obviously and looked unsightly. But, I haven't shaved anywhere else," he added mischievously!" Dima began to examine Artem closely. He was still beautifully handsome and his early puberty was treating him kindly. His cheeks were still smooth and no pimples had appeared on his still boyish face. "Let's take off your shirt, Artem; here lift up your arms, so we can do it; and we'll look at your little hairs." Artem was standing before Dima and obligingly lifted his arms and Dima was able to slip off his undershirt. "See, Dimka, I have a few more hairs and, look, some of them are getting long and a little dark," the boy said, proudly, tugging on a long hair. Another sensual thing about Artem was that he still maintained the scent of boyhood in full bloom, without any unpleasant odour at all. His chest was quite smooth with the muscles nicely outlined, and his belly-button defining his slim stomach. Dima ran his hand over the boy's nipples and massaged them until quite hard. Artem gave a gasp: "Oh my fuck, Dimka; stop a minute. I'm almost bursting out of these trousers. Let me take them off." "Fucking spunker, Artem; let me unzip them, Dima said, looking down at the boy's bulge with the clear outline of the penis straining at the zip. The trousers, being quite tight, restricted his penis and in its erection was making a huge tent. Dima watched as he quickly took off his belt and unbuttoned the waist. "Stop, Artem, let me," Dima said, kneeling down so that he face was in line with the exciting spectacle. He took the zipper in his hand and slowly lowered it, his other hand on the boy's buttock. With a quick motion he pulled down the trousers and briefs together and -OMF - as soon as the penis was released from its constraints, it stood to attention, slapping with a bang against the boy's flat stomach, the moist head shooting back with a slick motion. "Fucking spunker, Artem," Dima cried, as he entirely exposed the boys head, pulling the foreskin well back."You're almost spunking, and look at that fucking bush. It must have thickened in the last few weeks." "Dimka, quick; if you want to suck me, do it now, Artem wildly whispered, as Dima was struggling to expose his own erect penis. With difficulty, he bent down the boy's penis so that he could take it in his mouth and soon Dima was sucking on the beautiful erection while Artem was wildly wanking Dima. In less than a minute there was a huge explosion from Artem's penis as he shot his young choirboy spunk into Dima's mouth. Dima was almost choking, as blast after blast erupted, and he had to release the penis which shot one last blast into Artem's face! Dima's eruption quickly followed and the two collapsed on the floor. After some minutes, Dima spoke: "Not bad for a 14 year old boy soprano, Artem, was it?" "OMF, Dimka, that was great and so much better than that crazy girl I tried it with. But now, let's go to bed and sleep." So after washing and making themselves clean, the two lovers became just good friends again and slept soundly, Artem snuggled up to Dimka, with his head on his shoulder. More to follow. Comments and suggestions welcome.