Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 17:23:50 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - An Interlude with Igor 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. Interlude - Igor Revealed To show you that Russian boys can be really hot and sexy, here is a short interlude with Igor. Comments about Igor and/or the story are welcome. Igor was being examined by his teacher for signs of puberty, watched closely by fellow choirboys, Artem and Pasha! "So, let's look at your face, Igor," Dima said : "Despite your slight build you are showing 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. "The girls like it!" Igor replied, as he submitted to Dima's undressing. Off came the shirt, and the close-fitting vest revealing - FUCKING PUBERTY! - erect nipples surrounded by fucking chest hairs! The rest of his chest was smooth and pale, but running down from his naval and disappearing into his trousers as a feint line of hair, no thicker than a pencil line. At the sight of the hairs, Pasha could contain his erection no longer, and began unfastening his trousers and peeling down his white trunks to release his swollen penis, which rose to its full height, the skin of which was now fully back; his full balls were drawn upwards, and the few black hairs clearly visible against his milk-white public region and his still smooth ball-sac . "Fuck, Pasha, you are built like a bull" Igor joked, admiring Pasha's equipment. Artem, meanwhile was trying to contain himself until he could see Igor's pubic area, but his erection was too great to be contained with comfort in his trousers, so he unfastened his belt, released the hasp, drew down the fly and exposed his throbbing member, and began fingering the head. "So, see the nipples, and hair, boys," Dima, who was in no small state of excitement himself, went on: "a great sign of advanced puberty," he said, rubbing the nipple with one hand and the right buttock with the left. "Here, Pasha, rub the nipple." Dima was now unfastening the boy's trousers and lowering his green briefs. But what a fucking surprise when his pubertal development was revealed. Pasha was already leaking as he approached Igor from the rear, and with difficulty bent his penis down so as to press it close between Igor's smooth buttocks. The boy pressed hard back against Pasha's erection. "Fucking puberty, Igor, you are making me hot," Pasha said, as he rubbed gently Igor's left nipple and began rubbing his penis against the boy's sexy bottom. Fucking spunkerl,! " Artem said, as he admired Igor's pubic region. His, low- hanging ball-sac was almost completely hidden by a forest of thick, black, curly pubes which were spread widely across his public region, with a thin line reaching up to his naval, looking so hot and sexy on his relatively small frame. . His balls were on the small side and not heavy, but the most sexy thing was the sheer length of his sac, which was like a large bag containing two medium-sized marbles, which when gathered up and contained within his briefs took up little room and formed but a small bulge, but when released, hung low and wide, extending even further down the leg than Pasha's full and plump balls. Artem, meanwhile, had managed to find Igor's soft penis amongst the dense growth and began it wank it. The member was surprisingly small when soft, but soon became long and slender, and slapped flat against his white stomach. "OMF, this is the first time a boy has made me hard," Igor breathed. He was used to being stimulated by his girlfriend, and had not long before begun having sex with her. But Artem's touch was giving him an entirely new experience of a far superior nature. Igor began to moan with pleasure as Artem gently took the penis into his mouth and sucked on the long foreskin before gently exposing the milk-white and spongy head. Dima, in the meantime had noticed the curly hairs on Igor's legs and under his arms. Now he was kneeling down looking intently at Artem and sucking Igor's penis, his left hand on Pasha's full buttock, feeling the motion as Pasha was rubbing his penis against Igor ; with his right hand he was wanking Artem. It certainly seemed to be true that Igor was enjoying his new experience. Soon Pasha announced his intention to cum and soon copious amounts of his white spunk were running down Igor's legs. "OMF," Pasha called out as his last spasm issued forth a final jet of semen. Meanwhile, Igor was on the brink of his climax, which was eagerly received by Artem, who had just blown his load onto the floor, having been assisted by Dima's ministrations. ""Look at the fucking mess, guys," Artem said, after he had recovered a little. "Let's get Igor cleaned up and then let's clear this fucking mess before my mother gets back. We are supposed to be having a singling lesson, after all," he grinned cheekily at his best friend Dima, who had still not spunked. "Come here, Dimka, and let me finishe you off," he said, gently fingering the head of Dima's penis. "OMF, Artem, I love you so much," he said. "I know that! No be quiet and let me such you, Artem commanded. And so he did. Afterwards the friends cleaned up and made everything ready for the return of Artem's mother, who arrived just as Igor – innocent and sexy – was singing, now in fine soprano voice, with Dima at the piano. "Well boys, I must go, and Igor too," Dima said. It is the last day of school tomorrow. So I will see you tomorrow comrades." So Dima took his leave, Igor accompanying him to the lift. "Thanks for everything, Dimka," Igor said as they descended to the street. "You are such a good teacher and now I know a friend also. You have helped me a lot. "Well, I don't know how long you voice will last," Dima replied, but we can hope, Igor for some months." And so the two new friends separated to go to their respective bus stops, Dima kissing Igor on the cheek at the moment of departure.