Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2016 21:27:34 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Gleb's Big Knob - Adult - Youth Section 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 country, then please don'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. Gleb's Big Knob Occasionally Vanya writes a short story featuring a separate incident in the lives of the boys featured in "Dima's Choirboys". Today our story features our friend Gleb who is a soloist in the Moscow Choir School. Do you like Vanya's stories? It was over a month since 13-year-old Gleb was last featured in "Dima's Choirboys" and with his fair hair shaved closely at the back and sides and brushed neatly at the front, he is now preparing for his camp. He has the intention of training to be a priest in the Russian Church, and this will be his second such training camp he has taken part in and he is looking forward to seeing some of his old friends from last year. As you will know from other stories, in the "Young Friends" section, he is a tall boy for his age and his eyebrows and lashes are a little darker than his hair and his complexion fair but with rosy cheeks, which reddens when he gets embarrassed! In case you think he has an effeminate look, he does not: his chin is strong and purposeful and his eyes show great determination and he can exert much influence on his comrades. His mouth is set to show great charm, especially when he smiles. He is a charming and polite boy and very popular. Gleb had returned to his home in St Petersburg after his first term at the Moscow choir school. He spent some time with his family and friends. The truth of the matter is that he has been consumed by sexual urges which have overtaken him in the past few weeks since he had had his experiences with his friend Kirill and then James at the school, and he is hoping to get some help in disciplining himself. We think it is not so difficult for a religious Russian boy to take comfort in these matters than American boys, because Russian Church understands the difficulties and gives support to such boys in controlling themselves by traditional fasting and prayer. In fact they give special training courses. Not like the Catholic Religion which creates many problems for their boys by making sex dirty and secret. Up until a few months ago, our beautiful friend had been very a controlled boy and never was bothered by urges, despite the fast enlargement of his genitals, which began after his twelfth birthday. But all boys must go through this and it is often an innocent choirboy suddenly becomes corrupted. His first masturbation sessions had been after a strong nocturnal emission of thick sperm just after he joined the choir school some months before and he had become aware of the activities of others (especially Kirill) in the dormitory; but he had not learnt to pull the skin back on his penis until his friend Kirill had shown him how in the dormitory one night. Then he had had the experience with his friend Ilya when they were watching some porn together at Ilya's place. The problem had been that the head of his penis was very much wider than the shaft and it had been difficult at first to retract the skin right back. With practice, it has become much easier but the head is still very sensitive. Of course, Russian priests are encouraged to marry and have many children, and Gleb was counting the years when this may be so. "Well, I'm going to be fourteen soon, so I could marry at 18, or put it off until I take my vows," he thought, as he was packing his clothes for departure the next day. His family was not rich, just normal working people, but his mother always gave him the finest clothes, which he always appreciated. Western boys like to wear clothes that are falling from their figure, but Russian boys like to show their figure, and Gleb was no exception. All his clothes were well cut, although some rather too small now! "You can wear these trousers and this suit this summer," his mother had said. "It's a pity to send them to the camp, but you will be too big for them soon, the same with your beautiful shoes and shirts, and you must take some formal clothes for your concerts." "Of course, dear Mama; don't worry. I am growing into a man now and you still have little Losha [his brother] to cuddle," he joked, thinking that even though his mother had let down the trousers in the leg, they were now too small around his private parts! "Go to your camp, my dear son: your father will be proud when he returns," she said as she hugged and kissed her beloved son (who was even taller now than she was) in a way Russian mothers do often, stroking every part of his body, including his bottom. "I'll make you proud of me, Mother. Next year I will be the finest boy soprano soloist in the choir, if God allows it and does not break my voice too soon. I don't think he will, because I don't feel it near yet," he added, hugging his mother again. "What icons will you take with you?" she asked. Gleb smiled, thinking of the icons he had at the school and the number of boys he had managed to get to say their prayers every night in the dormitory. Even Krill did so, although we know that Kirill is hot for Gleb, but we think half of his devotions are genuine! "I will take just Michael and Raphael; they will help us," he decided, putting them in his case, "Won't you miss me?" he added, kissing his mother again, as she hurried out to collect her younger son from his friend's apartment. "I'll be back in an hour," so finish your packing," she commanded, as she went out of the door, leaving her son alone. As soon as his mother had left, Gleb felt a stirring in his groin and a strong urge to touch himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was still wearing his sleek black concert trousers, which he had tried on for size after his mother had made the leg longer, and the outline of his genitals and prominent knob were clearly to be seen down the left leg. "Fucking, bastard, wanker!" Gleb thought as he brought to mind his last experience with his friend Kirill and was tempted to finger the head of his member through his trousers. But he resisted for the moment but opened up his notebook. "Might just have one last fucking good wanking before I go;" his penis swelling slightly. Just then, his notebook became active and he saw that his friend James was online. Regular readers will know that James is a native English teacher from his school and that most of the boys were hot for him and he very much for them! He sat at his desk and wrote in the Skype message. "Hi, James, my friend, are you in London?" There was a pause before it was clear that James was answering. "Hey, Gleb. How's things? Yes, in London at home on my own!" Gleb's heart began to beat faster, as he wrote: "I too. Let's talk!!!" Soon the two were connected and the two webcams were operating and the two in conversation. James was sitting in his London apartment. "Hello, cute ears!" he joked, referring to the first time he had seduced the boy at the school. "What have you been doing?" he added. Gleb explained that he was just about to go to the church camp. "So you are going to be a good, holy boy and won't want to know me when I come back," James said, rather provokingly. "Can I see you blushing?" he added. "To be honest, I'm trying not to wank it!" Gleb replied, going redder. "But, of course, I want to know you, my dear friend!" "So, you haven't had the skin back since I left you in May," James continued. "You want me to tell you all, you cunt?" Gleb replied, leaning back in his chair so that the camera could get a good view of his nice black trousers and smart belt. "Go on, you spunker; but first take your shirt off," James replied, starting to record the session. Gleb slowly obeyed, first taking off his white shirt and then unfastening the clasp of his belt, but leaving the trousers fastened. James was able to zoom in on the outline of his knob pressing the material of the trousers. "OK - The first time was when I went to give a concert at my old music school, just after I left you in Moscow. At the end, when it was crowded in the hall I felt some fucker feeling my arse." "I love it when you swear in English!" James interjected. "Go on, you are making me hard," he continued, releasing his own trousers and taking out his swelling penis. "Was it a cute boy?" "No, you cunt; it was a girl called Dasha. She had been in my class last year, but fucking puberty, her tits were budding! I thought `Oh my fuck' and put my right hand on her left tit and squeezed the fucking nipple. No-one noticed but my fucking dick started swelling, and you know how tight these concert pants are." "Fucking hell! What did you say?" James asked, getting very excited. "I told her not to excite me because I am a religious boy! But she persisted saying she wanted to stroke my pubes! I told her I hadn't got any pubes yet, but she went wild with excitement, asking me to meet her in the street, in a quiet place she knew, in 20 minutes. To get rid of her, I agreed. Well, I didn't want to but couldn't get my erection down and twenty minutes later found myself outside the theatre looking for her at the lace she said, and sure enough, she was waiting. She was saying all these things about my beautiful singing and how she couldn't take her eyes off me, so I took my fucking chance, Mate, and put my hand right on her cunt, up her dress. She takes my hand away and pulls me close to her, and the next thing my fucking knob is right against her fanny, pressing hard and my hands on her fucking tits." "You must have been fucking close to spunking," James added excitedly, starting to wank his member. "No, I'm a fucking slow spunker, as you know," Gleb replied, opening his trousers and revealing his member to show James. "Next thing, I felt her fingers round my knob: `Fucking hell, Gleb,' she says: `What a knob.' Then I felt the zip going down and she had my belt undone. All this whilst I was trying to press into her cunt. Next, she has my dick out and starts pulling the skin back. `Wait, you bitch' I tells her, but then she's really fingering the head. I could feel the spunk starting to generate and some juice was already out as she was putting a condom on it. Fucking hell, James, it was a great feeling! Jams was able to zoom in on Gleb's smooth member as he listened to the exciting account and wanked himself hard. Gleb had the skin fully back and the huge knob exposed. "Next she is leaning against the wall and I have her pants down, and my fucking dick is up against her cunt. Then she takes hold of the knob and helps get it in. Fucking spunker, what a sensation! And then I feel the bastard slipping in and I'm up close against her and I can start thrusting gently at first and then as the spunk starts to rise, like mad," he said as he took hold of his penis and started wanking it fully, the skin slipping completely over the head with each stroke. "I'd never had my dick up a cunt before, James, and I could feel the knob giving her some pleasure. Fucking hell, I was right deep down inside her, Mate, and my balls were on fire. Then she starts feeling my balls and starts moaning." James was in the height of excitement, listening to this description from his friend: "Stop wanking a minute, Gleb and show us a close up of your balls. Any pubes growing yet?" Gleb obliged, his penis now at the height of erection, lifting his heavy knob flat against his stomach. "Juices are flowing, mate, so getting close now, but no pubes - I checked this morning!" Gleb said, as he brought his web-cam close up. The head of his penis, a fine specimen, much wider than the shaft when swollen with blood, was indeed leaking. "Pull the skin over the head, now!" James commanded, and Gleb deftly slid it over. It was no longer tight but well stretched by is recent wanking. "Now, right back to fully expose that great knob," James commanded, and Gleb obeyed. "Still no pubes, see!" the boy boasted, stretching the skin of his ball sac to show his friend. This was too much for James and his penis erupted, shooting sperm all over his clothes and floor, much to Gleb's amusement, who could see it all on his screen. "So, you cunt: I'm going to finish now with some fast wanking," he said, leaning back in his chair and taking his member in his right hand, giving James a good view on his screen. Because he was a young boy without pubes, his spunk wasn't all that copious but it was getting quite thick and messy and he was soon shooting two or three blasts onto his bare chest. "Fucking hell! What a wank," Gleb exclaimed, as he cleaned himself up. "Was it as good as with me?" James asked, rather jealously. "Of course not, my old friend!" Gleb replied, become his polite religious self again. What we did was special! And sorry for being rude just now. I'll hopefully learn more control at the camp!" "Don't worry, "cute ears": I loved it," James replied, composing himself again. Just at that moment, he heard his mother returning with his young brother. He quickly rearranged his clothes, threw away the paper he had wiped the spunk with and sprayed some nice smell around the room as if nothing had happened. "Come in and speak to my friend and teacher James from England, Mama," he said, as he heard her in the corridor. "Hey, Mama, come here and speak in English to my teacher James. He is in London," he added, as his mother came into the room, followed by his little brother. So Gleb's mother has a charming conversation in English thanking James for the friendship he had given to her boy at the school during the past year. I wonder if she suspects how far his friendship with his two heavy bags to meet Pavel who was waiting to take him to the camp. Soon, it was time for Gleb to leave for the camp. He was collected by Pavel, a postulant at the seminary and Gleb and some other boys were to be entrusted to his care during the camp. It was the second year that Pavel had been his leader, so Gleb was glad to see him. "Is our dear Father Kirill still to be our spiritual advisor?" Gleb asked, as they journeyed to the camp, some distance from the city. "Yes, indeed, he is a great man," Pasha replied: "He will help us very much, I believe." And it was soon that Gleb was able to take comfort from his mentor Kirill to whom he told ALL!!! "Remember, my son: if you do give in to the sexual urges, do not beat yourself for it. Use prayer and fasting to avoid this but if you fall, God will forgive. Do you understand me?" he added, stroking Gleb's soft hair, and walking with him, arm-in-arm to the door of his study. "Yes, my father, I understand," Gled replied. "I do try very hard, but my thoughts and words become so dirty when I fail. It is as if the devil is in my balls!" "Gleb: you are young. Sexual urges in boys are very strong and we can overcome them only gradually. In some years you will marry and have no problems. We must guide you until then." "Thank you, my father: I feel so happy to talk to you, and need more guidance from you," Gleb added, as he left the room rather elated. Dear friends: please read more of Gleb in our main story <>. Ivan Ivanocich