Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 02:06:03 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Gleb's Big Knob -3 Young Friends Gleb's Big Knob -- 3 Occasionally we write about Gleb and his friends separately. They appear regularly in Dima's Choirboys, and if you want to know all the details of previous part of this story, you should read first Dima's Choirboys 27 in the Adult/Youth section. This will give all the background to the story. In this story, the boys get very worked up at the sight of Gleb's new pubes, which started to grow a few weeks after his fourteenth birthday. Of his younger, 13-year-old, friends only Oleg is still smooth; the others, Ilya and Sasha having had them for about a year. "Fucking hell; you should have seem me on Monday night," Gleb replied, unfastening the belt of his smart grey trousers and releasing the clasp to make himself more comfortable as he began his story. He was wearing black and orange striped briefs with the ample and fully-filled pouch designed to support boys of ample equipment. "You remember that girl I told you about at the camp. Well, I was in VK [This is like Facebook but better] in the afternoon and I got a message from her saying she wanted to meet. I thought `Oh my, she wants me up her again." "You mean the one in the disco that slapped your face when you were groping her?" Oleg asked, remembering the incident well. "No; I didn't get it up that one, sadly! I speak of the girl I met after the concert before the camp," Gleb explained. "You remember I told you I had just finished singing and in the crowd I felt a hand on my knob. Later I got my dick right up her," he went on, fingering his member through the material of his pants. "Fucking slag," Sasha interjected, taking the opportunity to divest himself of his trousers. Oleg and Ilya did the same, and soon all three were gathered around Gleb in their underpants. "Now, Gleb; don't forget you are supposed to be our holy choirboy, setting us an example," Oleg chided. "That's true, but we are allowed weak moments," Gleb responded, laying down an icon at the side of his computer in shame. "Get on with the story," Sasha commanded. "What did you do?" Gleb explained that he had invited the girl round because he was home on his own and it was a perfect meeting place. "I had a nice shower and put on clothes I thought she would like. I hadn't touched myself for some time, so I was really ready for it." "And you had your condom ready, I hope," Sasha added, divesting himself of his underpants and wanking his slender penis which was already hard. "We don't want choirboys getting girls pregnant." "Nice pubes, mate," Oleg commented, touching the very sparse gathering of hairs at the base of his friend's penis. "But that dick's too thin to pleasure a girl. Better let a me suck it!" "Fuck off, blue boy," Sasha joked, trying to grab Oleg's ample balls through the material of his pants. Okay, guys; be calm," Gleb added mischievously; "But I'm afraid I am going to have to shock you by starting to wank it myself, as I tell the story!" he added, standing up and lowering his briefs, his half-erect member springing into view. "Wow! What a knob!" Sasha exclaimed, as Gleb pulled back the skin to reveal the entire helmet, which was far wider than the shaft. "And look at the pubes, guys! He's starting a fucking growth at last!" he added, leaning forward as he continued to slowly wank himself. Gleb sat down, spreading his legs apart so that the others could admire his new pubes, which had increased even over the past week. Not only were there a few wispy hairs around the base of the penis, but now a growth of small, but still short, black hairs were spreading widely across the milk-white public region. His heavy balls hanging low and touching the seat of his chair and his long, fat penis was struggling to erection weighed down by the heavy knob. "Wow, you'll have a thick bush in a few weeks, like Kirill and Gena," Ilya remarked. "And we'll shock those English choirboys when we visit them next month," Oleg added. "Hope my voice doesn't break yet," Gleb added in his silky light tones, lifting and examining the impressive balls for signs of hairs. The large sac was still white and elegant and devoid of a single hair. "You'll be okay for ages; Kirill and Pasha had thick bushes for over a year before theirs went," Sasha added; "And I've had hairs for ages too. Most of the choir have some at least, except some of the young kids." "Looks as if I'm the only one without pubes now!" Oleg added, taking off his own pants to reveal his impressive member, the knob of which was not far smaller than Gleb's, although, unlike Gleb, the foreskin completely covered the head. Gleb's knob was now permanently partly exposed and the boy found it very easy to retract the skin, which he had just done to the excitement of the others. A feature of Oleg's equipment was the huge balls, while not bigger than Gleb's, looked even more impressive on his stocky but short, athletic frame. Oleg's penis was also much shorter that Gleb's, except when erect, which, of course, made his balls much more prominent. Gleb was much taller but of slighter build, so his bulge was always noticeable in his sleek trousers. "Hey, guys; why don't we wank him while he tells the story" Oleg suggested. "I'm not fucking gay, you know!" Gleb replied, but offered no resistance as Oleg gently took the head of the member between his fingers causing the boy to take a sharp intake of breath before continuing his story. "So, guys; I arranged to meet her at the metro and I was already a bit hard when we got back here because I could see her tits were budding. I had on my black concert trousers like last time and they really show the bulge; and I knew she was looking at it. And when we got to the lift she had her hands on my knob already and started groping." "Just like this?" Oleg suggested, fingering the base of the knob, which was now fully out. "I would have been almost spunking it at that," Sasha added, at the same time reaching out and running his flat hand across Oleg's smooth pubic region. The boy's penis now rose to the height of erection, displaying the two hard testicles in the bulbous sac. But the skin, at this point, still covered the knob. "I'm a slow spunker, mate!" Gleb replied, carrying on with his story, leaning back and shutting his eyes, enjoying the sensations. "Get my fucking knob out and start wanking it," Oleg pleaded, his own hands occupied in massaging Gleb's left testicle, which was always more prominent, especially when erect. With his other hand, Oleg was rubbing the left nipple. It took a lot of stimulation to excite Gleb but now his penis was swelling and rising to the height of its powers, the blue vein now very swelled with blood and prominent down the right side of the shaft. The boy could feel tingling in his groin as if hot spunk was generating and a small jet of fluid shot from the slit of the knob. Oleg took the lubrication, which had landed on Gleb's belly and applied it to the knob and then wanked the foreskin over and back, much to the boy's pleasure. Ilya, now resting from his own wanking to avoid an early emission, reached over and started rubbing the boy's pubic region and feeling the hairs, trying to pull them. But they were just too short to get a hold except at the very base of the penis. He then concentrated on pleasuring Oleg by first pulling back the foreskin and exposing the fat knob. Oleg gasped as he felt the pulling, and continued his own wanking of Gleb as he continued. "After she got in here, we just sat for a few minutes. I could see she had no bra and her tits were still shapely and rounded. The next thing, I've got my hands all over her; she had both hands on my arse, and then we are on the bed with me on top, my dick on fire and hard against her cunt. First time I have been on top like that. She was groping my arse but I managed to get my zip down and unfasten the belt. Then she got my trousers and pants off. Fucking hell! The knob was right out and she was pressing it before slipping the condom on while I got her pants down! Fucking hell!!" "How could you get this knob and fat dick up her cunt?" Oleg asked, now wanking the whole shaft. "No idea, mate; but the next thing it was in all the way and I was really thrusting. She was moaning and saying to be stronger. Keep wanking me, Oleg, you gay bastard, and I'll be coming soon." Sasha was the first to spunk. His climaxes were always rather quick and watery, because although he had some pubes, his progress into puberty was in some ways behind the others. However, he was able to shoot high and two jets shot into the air. "Call that spunk, Sashka!" Oleg said, continuing his ministrations on Gleb; "you'll see some fucking spunk in a minute." Meanwhile, Gleb was too excited to speak. He was breathing sharply and noisily through his mouth, occasionally using the most foul words as if taken by a devil, his beautiful face sweating: "Fuck!! Ohh!! Cunt! Fucking bastard cunt!" His penis was now at the height of erection, very long and incredibly filled with blood to make the girth very thick. "Fucking hell, guys; no wonder he was giving her pleasure with that inside her," Sasha commentated. Suddenly, Gleb stood up from his sitting position, his quivering penis as hard as iron and flat against his stomach. He roughly took his friend Oleg by the shoulders and turned him round. "Bend over, you spunker, I'm going to fuck you, " he said, pressing his knob hard against Oleg's arse. @Oh my fuck, Gleb; stop!" Oleg protested, but offered little resistance, as he felt the fat knob between his cheeks. He was a strong by and cold easily have broken free, but he remembered with pleasure his last encounter with his friend at the camp. Gleb was wild with excitement as the most intense feelings were generating in his groin. The blood was pumping and his penis swelled even more. He didn't want to hurt his friend, so they both ended by lying on the floor, Gleb on top recreating as much as possible his actions with the girl. It was Oleg who spunked first, shooting hot mature sperm all over Gleb's chest. Then it happened! Gleb blasted - FUCKING SPUNKER: you should have seen it! Gleb was almost mad with excitement and in so much ecstasy that his toes and hands were all in a clench: his eyes were closed. Ilya, who had just had another climax at the sight, held on to the boy's shoulders as Gleb blasted high into the room, Oleg holding the fat member and feeling the emotions. There were three strong jets, the 14-year-old spunker raising his bottom from the ground with each one before lying in a collapsed state. To be continued! Comments and suggestions to Vanya!!!