Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 16:56:32 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: What a Knob! ? pt 1 (New Story - Adult/Youth) What a Knob! -- pt 1 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. Part 1 - "Fucking Puberty!" Readers may have been following the story of our boys in the previous series. We started with "Russian Choirboy Pubes" and then "Dima's Choirboys" with occasional solo stories such as "Gleb's Puberty" and "Gleb's Big Knob". If you would like to read them, please search for them in the archive. Dima's Choirboys" will give much information about the boys featuring in this story - Gleb, Oleg and Gena; and this new story will follow these choirboy soloists as they travel to Great Britain by invitation to sing at several concerts accompanied by their older friend Artem, who was a soloist in our original series, and by an official of the country. Thanks to the help of several foreign friends who have comments on the stories, I have been able to perfect some details of English and German choirboys, and some phrases used. It is now November 2016 and the new school year at the Moscow choir school had begun well and was progressing. There are now over 100 boys in the school, which was formed by the director, Dimitry Ivanovich, with special funds provided by the state to train boys in the ways of singing. Dima had had great success already with his choir in another Moscow school and his first great soloists Artem, Little Dima and Pasha had been very successful. Little Dima is still singing at almost 17 years of age but now new soloists are being trained, most notably Gleb , who is fourteen, Oleg, who is thirteen and Gena, who is almost thirteen. Of the three, Gleb has the finest voice and there are no signs of its hardening. Gena, who is actually the youngest of the three, already has a baritone speaking voice but his singing voice has still not been affected by his puberty. We shall reveal more about the physical features of the boys as we progress. The choir school is situated to the north of Moscow and provides living and education for all the boys during the school year. Boys are drawn from all over the region, and, in fact, Gleb was from St Peterburg. The three boys had been summoned to the office of the director where also an official of the government was present. "I'm sorry I cannot send your friend Ilya with you, Gleb," Dimitry explained; "but we need to keep three excellent soloists here for our concerts; fortunately we can still use Dima, but, as you know, Kirill has lost his voice. "It's okay, Dimitry Ivanovich," Gleb replied in his polite way. "Oleg and Gena and I are great friends anyway; and we know Artem, of course." It had been explained that Artem, who was now 18 and at the university, would accompany them, and they would be met by diplomatic officials in London. Both Artem and Gleb's English is excellent and they will be able to interpret for Gena and Oleg, who have very basic English. It was also explained that James, the English teacher at the school would not be able to accompany them because he was needed in Moscow. Soon the boys were alone discussing their future trip. "Wow, I never thought I would be chosen" Gena said, speaking in a very sexy and deep baritone, which sounded rather odd on his small stature. "Sasha and Ilya have better voices," he added. "They will be needed here," Gleb replied in his still light and unhardened tones. "They may get another chance, and you even, Oleg," he said, turning to his friend. "You too, Gleb; you are still only 14 and look at Dima," Oleg replied. He is still singing and Artem until he was nearly 17." "Yes, it is true. If God will preserve my voice until I am 16 I can train for the church as soon as I leave the choir," Gleb added. Our regular readers will now that Gleb is very religious and really wants to be a priest in the Russian Church. Indeed he has attended several summer camps in preparation already. "And what about these English choirboys we will stay with? I remember Pasha saying the ones who came here were very strange, and especially their teachers," Gena asked. "We'll talk to Artem tonight about it, and I will ask James also," Gleb answered. It had been decided that for the first part of their singing tour the boys would stay in a Cathedral City quite close to London. The choir had invited them to sing at several concerts and give some singing demonstrations. The school had promised good accommodation for them in the choir's school. Later that evening, Gleb was walking through the school corridors with his friends Oleg and Ilya and Artem, who had just arrived to greet them. "I wish you could come with us, Ilya," Gleb remarked, putting his arm round his smaller friend's shoulder. "Yes, it would have been great," Ilya replied, "but now I will get all the best solos here!" Artem has grown into a fine young man since he had last visited over a year ago. He is resting is voice after such a long and successful career as a boy soprano and he doesn't sing anymore. Of course, he remembered most of the older boys and has followed Gelb's career closely. He is now tall, slim and as handsome as ever. "Wow, Gleb; you have grown in the holidays since I saw you sing in the last concert," he said. "You will be as tall as I am soon!" he continued, standing close to his friend and measuring. "Well, it's natural, I suppose," Gleb replied. "Oleg, Gena: when will you grow?" Artem added, teasing the boys. "We have grown, but not always in the places you can see," Oleg shot back with a grin! Referring to other growth, which had been very great during the summer. "I can see you are going to shock our English friends, just like Pasha and I did when some visited three years ago," Artem replied. The boys took the opportunity of asking Artem what he knew about the English choirboys they would be staying with. "I think there will be two or three separate groups, but they are all professional singers from churches and cathedrals; and, as far as I understand it, there is at least one girls' choir, or at least with some girls in it." "I don't want to sing with fucking girls," Gena replied; "but if I manage to get my knob up against a few cunts, it will be worth it!" "Shut up, Gena," Gleb replied. "We are representatives of our country and must be controlled." "Might have some fun with some of the boys, though. That would be safer," Oleg added. "Guys, you will have to take your instructions from me," Artem added, "I know these English people. They run to mummy with their stories; and their teachers are always watching for anything they don't like and restrict their movements a lot. But as you will be with me I will have responsibility for you." Artem explained all that had happened with the English boys in the camp some years ago and the problems caused by one of the feminist English teachers who had accompanied the boys. "Did Pasha really threaten her with the F.S.B?" Gena asked, shrieking with laughter at the story [Russian Choirboy Pubes 24]. "Yes, truly, but it was all a joke of course, but it defeated her. You see, she suspected James our English teacher, of liking boys too much! So, be careful, guys. We don't want the boys to be blabbing rubbish about us." "Who could suspect our dear friend and teacher James of likening boys?" Ilya joked: Certainly not you, Gleb!" "Let's not talk about sex; I am trying to be controlled," Gleb interrupted, going red. He was already feeling a slight swelling in his groin at the hearing of the story, and also his feelings for James were very passionate". Artem was staying with them for the night, as the following day they must make preparations for the trip. He was sleeping in the dormitory with the older boys, Gleb, Ilya, Sasha, Kirill and Vanya, and the others, who were all over 14. In fact, Vanya was nearly 15 but of the youngest appearance and he had not been with the choir long. Gena was still in the second dormitory, as he was considerably younger. "So, how are our celebrities? Sasha, our young joker asked as the boys were in the dormitory after supper. "Don't let the fame smash your heads!" he added. "We'll smash your head, Sashka," Oleg replied in jest, pushing him onto the bed and pinning him down. Although quite small for his age, Oleg was very strong and well-built, with a well-defined chest and arms, and he easily overpowered Sasha who was of a slight build but with fine features. "Is that your fucking knob I can feel pressing against me?" Sasha replied, trying to push Oleg off in fun. "Come on, guys. Let's go to wash: the younger kids will have finished by now," Gleb suggested, grabbing his towel and wash things. "Come on Artem!" With that, our friends made for the showers and wash room down the corridor. A few of the 12 year-olds were still there, including young Gena, who had held back to wait for his older friends. He was still in his underpants, a fine figure of a boy with dark hair, and fine features. "Hey, Gena. You still here?" Gleb asked. "Your place is with the younger kids," he joked. "Seriously, come and wash with us." "Oh, I forgot; you want to see my fucking bush!" Gena joked, slipping of his pants to reveal his thick curly black hairs which was completely covering his pubic region and ample balls. "Not bad, is it for 13 years?" Gena boasted, thrusting his hips forward as if fucking a girl! "Wow, Gena; where's all that hair come from? You were still smooth a year ago," Artem remarked, having not seen the boy naked since his last visit a year ago. "You'll certainly shock the English boys!" he added, also admiring Gena's hairy legs. The boy's penis was not overlarge for his age, and his balls of normal size, although you could hardly see them because of the thickness of his bush. The tip of the penis was visible clearly and the skin drawn back slightly, just exposing the pink knob head. It was obviously well wanked. "Trust you to notice!" Gena replied. "You are as bad as Pasha." But it was when Gleb next took off his clothes that Artem was really shocked! "Fucking Puberty! What a Knob!" To be continued