Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2018 09:23:33 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: What a Knob - 8 What a Knob -- 8 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 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. This also contains some very bad but usual schoolboy language! If you like this story please tell me! "Fucking bush now, mate," Pod replied, stripping off his pants to reveal a long, slim and obviously well wanked penis, rounded ball and the beginning of a bush. As he moved, his penis swung swiftly from side to side. "Fucking hell, guys, bald Pod's started a growth," William replied, and the guys all laughed. "Been wanking it well, I see, William joked. "Soon have a bush like me," he joked taking off his shorts to reveal his impressive balls and tufting ginger pubic bush. "Can't beat that, I suppose," Pod replied as the boys admired the impressive growth on the 13-year-old Suddenly all attention turned to our two Russian choirboys as they divested themselves of their shorts ready for the shower. "Fucking puberty!" was the general silent thought as the boys took in the sight of naked Gena and Oleg! They had already noted the hairy legs of Gena, when he had taken off his long socks, and noted the hairy tuft under his arms, as he had divested himself of his shirt, and also the growing tash which he had not shaved since the incident in the shower with the housemaster. But as he took off his shorts a really impressive sight came into view: a pubic area fully covered by a thick tufting bush, almost completely hiding his penis and covering his balls. They then turned attention to smaller, stocky Oleg and admired his strong, athletic and smooth chest and puffy nipples, thick thighs and strong smooth legs as he stood just in his football shorts. Pod had already an idea that there was something impressive there as he had brushed up against Oleg's balls in the game. He had not believed the mass of soft balls that seemed to be beneath his shorts. But it was when Oleg lowered his shorts and revealed his smooth pubic area, that the greatest shock came. The penis was of of ample length and thick girth, with a think, skin-covered, knob, not far smaller than Gleb's. But even that was nothing to the huge balls, so much bigger because of being on a small boy. During the past weeks the bulbous and spongy sac had expanded and filled, the nuts had descended fully and were clearly visible in the still elegant and smooth skin. "Fucking hell!" Pod exclaimed to William. "Peter was right: he is still smooth! Is he spunking it or still having dry wanks?" "He could beat you, for sure: perhaps me also," William replied as he gazed at Oleg's perfectly smooth state. The appearance of the games master in the changing room made them hurry to get changed and return to the school for tea and cakes. THE PLAN "I think we shocked them," Oleg laughed to his friend as they were having tea with Gleb and Artem. Gleb and told all that had happened between him and Rogers, and all agreed it was an excellent, if risky plan. "We just need to get Mr. Preston in our confidence, but not tell him too much in case it made his position in the school difficult," Artem said. "We could meet him tonight in is rooms, I think. In the meantime, the choirmaster must be tempted and compromised. Can you do it Oleg? We can always claim diplomatic immunity if it goes wrong!" he added in jest. "Of course," grinned the cunning boy. "Gena and I can do it together." "Put on your smaller black trousers that are almost finished. You can make your balls very prominent in them," Gleb suggested. "I had better keep out of it at present. In any case they are both hot for you and Gena; Barton especially for Gena But don't let him fuck you. That is for later. Just tempt him. Get him to wank you, if you like." And so it was, after the evening service, in which our boys had participated splendidly, Oleg and Gena were in the choir room when the master came with Mr Rogers to congratulate them on their singing. "Such fine singing tonight, boys; how did you do it?" he asked, both his and Rogers' eyes glued to the bulges in Oleg and Gleb's trousers. "It was with the help of our new friends," Peter replied, and the others agreed. "Okay, boys; go back to the school," Dr. Andrew's, the choirmaster commanded. The English boys left with Gleb, just leaving Oleg and Gena and Artem behind. "What is it, boys?" Dr. Andrews asked, noticing the inviting and rounded buttocks of Oleg; Mr Rogers remembering his experience with Gena! "They wanted to ask if you knew a piece by Handel -- "Lift Thine Eyes" I think it is called in English. "They would like to sing it." "Of couse," Dr. Andrews replied. "We have it, but have never sung it." He went to a music shelf and brought down a copy. "Oh it is great. Would you mind if they sang it for you? I have to go now, unfortunately." The two masters were delighted to have the opportunity of having the two boys alone. "Come to the piano boys; I am interested in where you are breathing from to get such good tone. If you sing and I place my hands on your chest, we can see this. Mr Barton will do it with Gena in the other room and I with you, Oleg, here." Both boys were just wearing a white shirt and their black school trousers, which were rather tight, but not overly so. Mr Barton took Gena to the other room, and as soon as he had left Dr.Andrews ran his hands over Oleg's taught chest as the boy began to sing unaccompanied, the master's other hand on the boys left buttock which seemed to be radiating sexual heat. The firm flesh excited is hand and sent waves down to his groin. He had waited so long to have unrestricted access to a boys bottom and private areas, and he hand shook as he enveloped both buttocks and discovered the space between the two. "Keep singing, Oleg; I need to feel your stomach to see if you are breathing from there." As the master moved his right hand down to the boy's stomach, Oleg began to feel a strong stirring in his groin. His penis began to fill with blood, expanding the material of his trousers. The Master rubbed the boy's stomach, now groping at Oleg's arse. His right hand reached Oleg's soloist's buckle on his belt. "I think we should release the belt to give room for breathing, especially as you are now singing beautiful high notes," he added. Oleg was concentrating on reading the music in front of him. His sense of pitch was perfect so he made no mistakes, even as he felt his belt released and the clasp of his trousers released. "I think you are breathing from down here," the master exclaimed, gently lowering the trousers to reveal the boy's supportive blue trunks designed for boys with very ample genital equipment. The boy's penis was now almost erect, straining at the material first on his knob and then on his balls. "Let's release these to make it more comfortable," Dr. Adrews continued, drawing down the boys pants to reveal Oleg in all his nakedness, save for his shirt. The master was amazed to see no pubic hairs, although Barton had told him about his condition. He ran his hand over the smooth pubic regin as the boy continued to sing the Handle aria. "This may assist you," he continued, taking old of the swelled shaft of the penis. He gently drew back the skin to reveal the fat knob, now placing his left hand from behind to support Oleg's sagging balls. He started wanking the boy, gently at first, and then furiously. The boy stopped singing and breathed very heavily as the foreskin was wanked over the penis which was producing some lubrication to assist the action. His balls were on fire as a vast immession of spunk seemed to be generating in his balls. The boy started swearing almost silently in Russian: "Fucking hell; keep wanking, you blue pederast!" Dr. Andrews now paused and drew the boy to face him: Oleg standing and the master sitting. He placed his hands on both buttocks and took the straining penis into his mouth. He put his lips around the large helmet of the sweet knob. As soon as the boy felt the tongue around the tip, it was too much for the boy, who imagined he was being ministered to by a girl. He now made the necessary movements and soon blasted into the master's mouth. The sperm was thick, copious and mature, capable of producing children; a fact the master did not fail to notice. After the tree blasts the two relaxed. Now what of Gena?