Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2019 01:21:15 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Little Yegor's Big Balls - 3 This story contains scenes of a very mild sexual nature and if you are notallowed to read it please don't. If you are not old enough please don't. Ifby reading this you are breaking any laws in your country, then pleasedon't 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. "I think I am going to like this camp, little Nikita said the his brother the next day at breakfast. "I said you would, Little One," his kindly brother replied, rubbing his shoulders. The day progressed with the usual activities and preparation for a concert the choir would give at the end of the camp in the nearby town. It was a tradition for the choir to give such a concert at the end of the summer training camps. "It will probably be your last solos as a boy soprano, Gleb" his choirmaster, Dima, told him. "You have had many years of your beautiful voice, but at sixteen your voice will start to fail." "It must happen," Gleb replied whistfully. "After this camp, I go to a Sports' Camp in Gorky to help Pasha, and, after that, in September, I will start at the special school for training priests for our Russian Church. "I will probably give a concert at this camp and then finish, if you don't mind," he continued. "And you do have fine boys to take over." The weather that afternoon was quite cold and wet and it was not possible to go to the river to swim. So, it had been arranged with another group, who were housed in the adjacent corpus to take the bus into the town where there was a Sports Hall with a nice pool for swimming and diving. "Who will come with us as our gendarme?" Fedya asked Gleb, who seemed to knoweverything because he was very close to the choirmaster, Dimitry Michaelovich. "Well, only the solo boys are going as a treat, so it will be just, me, 'Big Eggs', Ilya, you and Vlad. So we can just go with the leaders from the other group. Anyone over fourteen must take his passport in case it is needed." Ilya, Gleb and Vlad were the only ones, because Fedya, who was very nearly fourteen did not a passport one yet. For our foreign friends, we must explain at at fourteen years all Russian kids must have a passport. This is not a foreign passport but one for the territory of the Russian Federation. They must be presented before boarding trains and sometimes even sports halls, especially if equipment is hired. "Guys, fetch your swimming trunks and towels and don't forget your hats, Gleb ordered." Also, we should say that it is forbidden to wear outdoor beach clothes and shorts in swimming pools, but correct tight-fitting trunks and a hat for health reasons. Yegor found Nikita in the room a little upset that he could not go with his brother, but there was nothing to do about it. "Don't be sad. What will you do, Nikki?" Yegor asked, packing his trunks and towel into a small packet. "We have an hour's rest and then some profiles," Nikita replied. "I'll have a good wank watching some porno on VK with Peter during rest. You'll have all the girls from the other camp to keep you busy. Is Olga going? Don't forget your fucking condom!" "Have one ready!: I'll try to get up against her cunt in the pool. Tell you later, Little One: have a good wank!" he mocked rubbing his brother's curly hair and going out to join the group. As he left he saw Peter coming down the corridor from his own room. "Go fuck yourself and Olga," Nikita shouted after him in the hope no adults were listening. "Fuck off, Little Eggs," his brother called back. " Go, wank youself with your blue friend, and tell me all tonight!" With that he disappeared. "Your brother so cool," Peter said as he closed the door of the room. Nikki shared with his brother and the older boys, so they had all gone out leaving the two boys alone. "Yes, he is fucking cool, but I wish I could have gone with him." "Don't worry; we're going to get the spunk up. I have my tablet and I got the internet code." "You can't get fucking spunk up; you're only twelve," his friend teased. "What about you, you cunt. You are a fucking kid of ten," he shot back. "And I'm older than Yegor and he has a tash!" "Fucking bush, mate," Nikita replied. "What about you? Where's your tash? I saw you in the shower; you are fucking smooth as a baby." "I saw you too, 'Big Eggs', he joked. "Seriously, you must really be spunking it when you wank. I can only just get something to shoot out." It was then that Peter told him that he had been chatting online to a guy in Moscow for about three months. "It's fucking cool, Nikki," he said. "He's really great but as blue as the sky. He even sent me 3000 rubles." "How the fuck did he do that?" Nikita asked. "On my telephone, after I wanked off for him," Peter replied. Nikki was shocked. "Wow, you wanked off online for him. How do you know he won't put it all over the internet?" "He only puts it on hidden sites, so no-one will know," Peter replied. "You should ask him for more money," Nikita replied. "He will give more if I bring a young friend with big eggs. If your brother agreed, we could get big money." Little Nikita did not understand much of this but the idea excited him. "Nikki, you're just ten, I think, but I saw your fucking eggs in the shower. Guys will pay a lot for photos like you and Yegor." Nikita was really excited and the two guys decided to try to contact Peter's friend in VK. The two lay on Nikita's bed, close together, and Peter made contact with Igor in Moscow. "Hey, Peter, my friend; how's life," came the answer. "Hey, Igor, you blue boy; I am great and have a friend. We call him 'Big Eggs' - do you like him?" he said turning on his camera. The guy Igor was about 20 years old and seemed to have a great weakness for small boys. He seemd nice to Nikita. Soon the three were in conversation. You lying on bed in camp?" Igor asked. "Cool, so let's look at you, 'Big Eggs'. "If you think my eggs big, you should see my brother," Nikki said, pulling down his shorts whilst Peter held the tablet to get a quick shot. "He's only twelve and has a fucking tash." "Wow, fucking super. I want to see him. Send me a photo. Are you really ten? Can you spunk it?" "Send 500 rubles to my telephone now and we'll both spunk for you," Peter interjected. "And another 100 rubles for a great photo of Yegor's face with his fucking tash." In a few seconds an sms came to Peter's MTC phone saying that 600 rubles had been delivered. "It's enough for one wank and some photos," I think," Peter said. "Here is Yegor, I took this morning." "Fucking PUBERTY!" Igor cried as he downloaded the sexy photos of Yegor taken by Peter as Gleb had tidied the boys moustache with his electric razor. "And the fucker is only twelve?" Igor asked, starting to wank at the sight. "He's not 'a fucker' - he's my brother!" Nikita replied. "Ok, can you get some photos in the shower or banya?" Igor asked. Peter then sent a photo he had taken of Yegor, Gleg, Fedya and Nikita on the beach yesterday. They were all wearing swimming trunks and the bulges were very noticable. "Who's the fair guy with the fat knob? And I think that is your brother with the huge fat bulge." Nikita explained about Gleb and what a cool guy he was. "Fucking boy soprano, hey?" Igor cried. "I love boy sopranos with fat knobs." Meanwhile as the two boys got the skin back and wanked for their friend behind the closed door, our other friends had taken the bus to the sports hall. As it was rather cold, our friends had put on jeans and a coat, Gleb more or less taking charge. The girls on the bus from the other camp were acting hard to get and refusing to talk, especially Olga who thought she had given herself too easily to Yegor. Gleb's girl was also distant. "What the fuck is wrong with them?" Fedya asked. "Don't woory, guys; just wait till we shock them in our swimming clothes!" Gleb replied. "Well, you and Big Eggs will certainly shock them with your gross display," Fedya joked. "You're not bad youself," Gleb replied. "It's a real advantage with the girls!" "Fuck off, Gleb," Yegor replied, although secretly proud. "We all know you were still smooth at fifteen." "Yes, but who has the biggest knob in the choir?" Gleb reminded them. "And who the biggest balls?" Yegor finished, pushing his hips forward on the seat to emphasise the bulge in his jeans. Two boys from the other camp were sitting nearby and joined in the conversation. "Hi, guys, you are from the choir camp, aren't you. I like singing but my voice has failed." This was Kirill, a good looking and confident fifteen-year-old with hairy legs and a deep bass voice. He was small for his age but well-built for sports. His friend, Artur was taller but much younger looking fourteen-year-old with a smooth face and unhardened voice. The guys soon got into conversation. "Our girls are really hot for you guys," Artur said. "Masha for you, Gleb and Olga for you, Yegor. You got it up their cunts last night, didn't you?" By this time they had arrived at the bus stop and all got out to walk to the swimming hall, which was quite an old building but with a large pool and diving boards. They were a little early for the next session but the administrator let them in to change. The boys entered their changing room where a guard was sitting at a table. "Go over to that corner, boys; those places are free," he ordered; "And go to the shower to wash before putting on your trunks," he added, also saying that they had to share two to a clothes locker because of lack of space". There were four boys from the other camp with them and Kirill stood next to Yegor. "Let's share this locker, he said," as the boys carefully took off their clothes and folded them neatly. Yegor readily agreed because he liked the older boy and admired his toned appearance. He was just a little taller than Yegor, who was small for his age despite his sexy appearance. "Nice tash, mate; Olga's is hot for that!" Kirill said, noticing also the hair under the boy's arms. Yegor blushed. "Fucking hell, how old are you? you are built like a bull!" he said admiring the boy's huge, bulbous balls and fat penis which was sitting on top of te balls, sticking out like a stick even in its soft state. "Twelve and four months. What about you?" Yegor replied running his fingers through his thick curly bush. "Just fifteen," Kirill answered taking off his shirt to show his hairy chest before also lowering his blue briefs. Although the boy was hairy and strong, his balls were not so big for his age and his penis avarage. "Come on guys," Gleb called. Stop admiring each other. Let's wash and put on our trunks." As they made their way to the wash room, they heard sounds of the last session finishing. They could hear some very rude boys already washing, some with hard voices and others with soft. "They are village boys: just ignore them," Gleb said as they entered the shower room which was now full of kids. There were eight shower jets in the room and boys were sharing three to a place. The really rude boys were in the far corner fully erect and one was wanking his fat penis. He was completely smooth and had been challenged to spunk up by the others. "Get the fucking spunk up, Mate," the one with the full bush and hardened voice was saying. His erection was impressive with the skin fully back exposing the knob. His friends were standing around encouraging him. Suddenly they noticed our friends enter the shower room. "Hey guys, look at these cunts; and refering to Yegor, pointed to him saying: "Fucking spunker, look at the kid with the big eggs and tash. Is it real or did you stick the fucker on?" "Yes, he blew his ball up like a balloon!" another laughed. Yegor blushed and tried to cover his balls, which was difficult. "Get wanking, kid; let's see the spunk" another teased. "OMF, Gleb thought; "If only Pasha were here he would know what to do." But it was Kirill who came to the rescue. Going up to the group, he went close to the big guy. "That's enough, guys; take it easy; it's not necessary." The rude guys were shaken. "Okay, it was just a joke; a compliment, in fact," the older guy said. "That's all!" Kirill said, turning his back and going back to his friends. "Wow, thank's Kirill," Yegor said, hugging him and putting his arm around his waist. "Let's put on our trunks and go swim. Comments to VANYA!!