Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2022 22:13:11 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Pete & Stev's Fucking Bushes! Part 2 "Pete's Big Knob" Pete & Stev's Fucking Bushes! Part 2 "Pete's Big Knob" 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. 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. In the last part we left Pete and Kate in the process of losing their virginity at 11 and 12 years respectively. He's carefully taken off his new trousers and Kate had removed his briefs. "Fucking hell, Kate", Pete said, lying on top of her and still pumping his hard knob into the girl who was now groping his firm bare buttocks. The very facts that the eleven-year-old had a very long penis and the size of his hard knob afforded the utmost pleasure as he groped her tits. He had already had one orgasm and released a shot when he felt an even stronger one. Kate was wild with excitement and Pete panting hard, as his knob found just the right spot. It was certainly better than wanking, an activity he had enjoyed since he had been nine and starting his pubes. He had had no difficulty in keeping his penis inside her. Fortunately the grass was dry and every movement and position had become entirely natural to them in their joint loss of virginity. Soon the final climax came and Pete couldn't believe the amount of spunk he shot, it was almost painful. He collapsed, his member still deep within her and they lay quietly for some moments. Kate gently stroked his black eleven-year-old bush as he began to soften and withdrew, his penis wet with spunk. He began to pull on his underpants and trousers still in a state of partial erection. Kate did the same as Pete fastened the three buttons of his waistband and zipped up his pants. Kate had been worried as she had felt his spunk shooting into her. She had assumed that as he was still eleven it would be safe. But when she had felt his full bush she wasn't so sure about it. But it was her safe time so felt reassured. As Pete was supposed to be at Scouts, he was wearing his uniform of green shirt, beret and belt. He fastened the belt around his waist, tied his scarf and put on his beret. The belt didn't really go with the high waistband and looked a bit odd. Soon he was running to his meeting, his flares flapping sexily around his legs stars dancing in his eyes and his head light after the loss of his virginity. His member was sore after all the activity and he was already looking forward to a good wank or two when he got home. The next week was the day of his move and on the Saturday morning he was settled in with his grandma. He was already late for the first two weeks of the Summer Term. His father and mother would follow on when the new house was ready. Pete liked his grandma. He was a bit shocked to learn that his new school was all boys and that there was a uniform of blazer, tie, grey shirt and trousers. At least he could wear his new bags, and his grandma had also bought him a pair of grey bags and a fashionable shirt he could wear out of school. He's picked them from her catalogue and she had ordered them from the teen boy, fourteen to eighteen, section. They fitted perfectly, affording him more comfort for his mature genitilia because there was a little more room down the leg enabling his balls and penis to rest against his right thigh. "Wow, thanks Grandma," he said as he came downstairs now in his new black bags, sporting his healthy bulge down his right leg the size of a cricket ball, the outline of his big knob visible. They were also the latest 33 inchers and, fucking hell, the grey ones had turnups. He wasn't sure if the light grey could be worn for school, so he would go in his new black ones on Monday. His grandma told him that his new teacher, Mr Jones, had arranged for two of his boys to call for him at half past eight on Monday morning. "Steve is the daughter of my friend Edna and lives near here and he thought it would be better than my walking you to school in front of your new class mates. In fact, I suggested his coming round today and staying over." "Cool" he thought, wondering what he would be like. Most likely a little dry wanker like the kids in his last school. Most of the kids his age in his school didn't know what wanking was, never mind sex or spunking. It had really been embarrassing changing in front of them and hearing their jealous remarks. Pete went back to his room to finish unpacking. He'd been thinking a lot about Kate and wondering what he would do without her. His penis began to harden even though he had pulled off just before leaving home early this morning. He was just starting to unfasten his trousers when he looked out of the bedroom window and saw a boy of around thirteen or older walking up his garden path from the street. He was tall with fairly long hair and wearing a t-shirt and fashionable bags almost like his own. "Who the fuck is this?" he thought, fastening his pants again and going downstairs realizing his grandma had gone out to the shops. Steve had been told by his mother to go down to meet this new boy. He was hoping to take his friends with him but his mother thought that may overwhelm him on a first meeting. "Just go down on your own and introduce yourself and maybe bring him back here if you like him," she suggested. "His grandma says he's a nice boy and, like you, grown up for his age." "Wow," Steve thought. "I wonder what he'll be like". "Okay, Mum, We can go to the baths this afternoon if he wants. I was going to go anyway with Mike." So, carrying a bag with some cakes from his mother he set off down the street. It was only a five minute walk and Steve's long legs made short work of it. Soon he was up the garden path of what he was sure was the right house and knocking on the door. It was opened by a tall attractive boy of about fourteen years wearing light grey trousers with a very large bulge down his right leg! "Hi, I'm Steve," he said nervously. "Is your brother in?" he asked, thinking it couldn't be Pete himself, so in his mind was his expectation of a younger boy of eleven. "Pete smiled and replied: "I'm Pete and I don't have a brother. Come in and take your shoes off; my Grandma won't have them in the house. She's just out but said you were coming." "Wow -- fuck. Sorry," Steve replied, following Pete in and taking off his shoes. "I just thought...." "It's okay. Everyone thinks I'm older and my voice is deeper than my dad's these months," he replied, immediately liking his new friend. "Yes, me too!" Steve replied. "I thought you might be like most of the kids in our class except for Mike and Jack. They're cool." The two boys soon settled down and got talking. "Like your bags, by the way," Steve said. Got some like those at home for school last week from your Gran's catalogue -. 32 inchers!" "So we can wear them for school?" Pete asked. "Wasn't sure. My Gran got me these from her catalogue too; some grey shorts as well but they look fucking gross on me!" Steve explained that it was just an option now for the 11 year olds but most boys still worse shorts because they were wimps who couldn't spunk up. He was quite excited by Pete's sexy talk and felt a strong stirring for the boy. Pete took Steve to see his room. As they climbed the stairs Steve got a really close look at Pete's full, rounded arse in the close fitting bags and the movement of his balls against his thigh as they climbed. "Fucking hell, he must be bigger than me!" he thought, catching sight of the bulge in his leg. "Hey, Pete; want to go swimming? There's a cool diving pool near here," he added. "Yes, sure. You mean now? I have my trunks in my bag." The two were now in Pete's room. It was not his own room, of course, just the one he used when he stayed with Grandma. "I'll be here until Dad can get the new house ready. He didn't want me to miss the last term at school." "Cool room," Steve said looking around. "Bigger than mine and nice double bed. I just got a single." "Gran says you can stay tonight. That's if you don't mind sharing." "Wow, thanks," Steve replied, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of sharing a bed with his new sexy friend. "Hey, who's the girl in the photo? She your sister?" "No, that's just a girl I knew back home. She's hot," Pete replied a little red in the face. "Sure! She your girl, then? Had it up against her cunt?" he asked leadingly, looking at the photo again. "Right up her cunt, Mate! To be honest, she's a bit of a slag; lets me do anything," he ventured. "Look at her tits, Mate!" "Fucking hell, I am looking at them," Steve replied, his penis swelling as the two boys sat on Steve's bed. Neither boy could fail to notice the bulge in the other's pants. "Can't believe you just admitted it," Steve added. "I'll tell you more tonight," Pete replied thrusting his groin forward in a lewd gesture. I've also got a mag if you want to ......" making a wanking sign with his right hand! "Come on, let's go to the baths now or I'll be masturbating! I'll leave a note for my Gran. Pete rummaged through his case to find his trunks and fetched a towel. "You can put them in my bag," Steve replied, his head still swimming from the sexy talk as they went downstairs their flares flapping round their legs as they went. "We'll take the bus opposite; it stops right outside the baths." They only had to wait five minutes for the bus. It was standing room only and the two boys had to press close together. Steve could feel Pete's warm body close to him and it felt comforting. The bus moved off and Steve wondered if Pete was moving closer to him deliberately. "Fucking, hell, yes; I can feel his knob against my arse," he thought blood rushing to his penis. Of course, he didn't resist and enjoyed the sensation as the movement of the bus seemed to make Pater rub up and then press his hard knob into the crack between his globes. He could hear his friend breathing strangely and then reach round and feel his hard knob and ample balls. In fact, Pete hadn't intended pressing close to Steve, but when he found himself pushed against him in the crush the same sensation had hit him than he had got when close to Kate. "Fucking hell, am I a homo?" he thought as his penis swelled. He moved slightly and couldn't resist positioning himself right behind Steve, his knob against his arse and his penis swelling strongly. As the bus moved off, his knob slipped right between the two globes, at the height of erection and the foreskin slipping back. "Wow, this is hotter than Kate's cunt!" he thought, moving his groin in tune to the movement of the bus, his naked knob hard into Stve's arse." Pete was a slow spunker, so nowhere near to shooting yet but the pleasure was intense. "You okay, Steve," Pete said suddenly in a shaky voice, backing off and removing his hand.. "Yes, sure. Why not?" Steve replied, moving back to make contact again, then feeling Pete's hand on his arse. "Next stop the baths, Mate," he continued. "Okay," Pete replied turning round to fact the exit. It was still crowded, so Steve moved round and pressed strongly into his arse and felt for Pete's knob. "Fucking hell, he's like a full," Steve thought as he managed to get a grope before the bus stopped and they had to get out. Both boys were completely flushed as they dismounted the bus casting glances at each other's bulges. "Fucking hot in there," Pete said as they crossed the road. "Sure was and crowded too," Steve replied as they entered the baths and paid for two tickets and received their tags. The changing room was open but there were some areas where two or three could change together in more privacy. "You still on the bone?" Pete asked. "Yes, what about you? Must have been the heat. Hey, let's go here," he replied, leading the way to a corner of the changing room away from. Steve threw his bag onto the bench while Pte bent down to untie his shoes. "Fucking hell; what an arse!" Steve thought as they took off their shirts. Each noticed the other's hair growing under the arms. Pete's was much thicker and darker. Steve started to unbutton the three buttons of his waistband and Pete did the same, each watching the other. "You got hairs, Steve?" Pete asked nervously. "Fucking bush, Mate!" Steve replied, taking off his trousers. "What about you!" Just at that moment, a young guy entered the otherwise empty changing room. Steve had seen him several times before always talking to boys. He glanced over and smiled at Steve before starting to get changed. The boys were now in their undies, both still on the bone! Pete pulled off his undies. "Fucking spunker! What a knob!!" Steve thought taking off his pants!