Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2022 11:11:10 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Pete & Stev's Fucking Bushes! Part 4 "Getting the Knob Out" Stev and Pete's Fucking Bushes Pt 4 -- Getting the Knob Out Meanwhile, what had happened to Mike while the two boys were spunking up with the girls? Remember, he had not yet met Pete and was looking forward to it. He was just pleased he had been accepted into Steve's gang and was able to change with them at the baths. He'd been really nervous at the first school swimming session because his classmates had made fun of him, giggling and looking at his balls as he stood naked ready to shower. «Fucking hell, look at Mike's balls; He's like a fucking bull!» Jake, a little boy the same age as Mike had said and started calling him "Big Balls". That's why he had held back until the older boys went to shower and then approached his teacher. Even then he had been nervous at showing his balls until he saw Steve and his friends washing. The name had spread at school amongst the boys in his class before the end of the day. He wasn't in the same class as Steve, but he had got to hear of it. Mike was in the third year, so had another year at juniors before leaving whereas Steve and his friends were the year ahead and were about to leave. It hadn't been a problem for Mike until the Summer Term school swimming on Fridays. A year before, in the send year when he had been nine, his balls had just started dropping and the other boys hadn't noticed. He'd supposed to have been going swimming with Steve that afternoon but his mother had insisted in their going shopping, which he hated. But when he heard she was going to buy his new Scout Uniform he relented. "I can't afford to buy you the correct trousers," she said, referring to the long grey sort that had replaced the traditional shorts some years before. Mike wasn't bothered about that because he knew Steve wore his school bags for Scouts and he wanted the same. "We could get some nice bags from the market, Mum. Real cool and they would do for normal wear too," he ventured. Steve says they are on special offer." His mother agreed and the outcome was that Mike went home with his Scout shirt, beret and belt and a nice pair of the latest 32 inch flares with the high waistband just like every teen in 1978 was wearing. Mike was not as tall as Pete or Steve but thinner with long legs. His slimness accentuated the shape of his balls. At school, the heavy corduroy shorts didn't give much away and his thick play jeans only hinted at his genitalia! But the material of his new bags was thin polyester, as was the fashion and so every curve was shown, both back and front! His arse was not as full as either Steve or Pete's, but he was a year younger, and his voice was still light and boyish, not broken or breaking as was the case with Steve and the guys who changed at the end of the school swimming sessions. Mike had not yet taken an open interest in sex, but he had been thinking about the question the guys had asked him after showers. "Are you spunking?" they had asked. Of course, he had said yes, but he didn't really know what it was. He knew about being "on the bone" and it often happened in the night giving him a nice sensation in his penis and recently he's started turning over on his stomach and rubbing his hard disk against the mattress but he was afraid to go to far in case something broke! In fact he was hardening now thinking about trying on his new bags. He ran upstairs to his room to try them on. After seeing Steve -- just a year older, aged nearly twelve - in the showers with his full bush and balls no bigger than his, Mike had been daily examining his ample genitalia and pubic area for signs of hair. He knew many boys didn't get any until much older, but he was hoping. "Nope!" he said to himself. He determined to ask Steve about it when he saw him. In fact, he would go round now and hope to meet Pete too. So, he took his new bags, removed his jeans and started to pull them on. They felt really smooth and cool. As he fastened the waist buttons, he was surprised how thin but strong the material was -- really silky. "Oh fuck! -- Where to put my balls?" he thought, trying different positions. It didn't help because he was so hard and his penis really enlarged. Like Stev's, his bags were wide in the leg but narrowed around the thighs and were really tight around the groin. He first tried placing his penis and balls in front like Steve did. That felt comfortable but looked embarrassing with a huge bulge. Then he tried down each leg but it was too tight and hurt. "Well, it's ok for Steve, so it must be cool," he thought, hitching up his trousers again and placing his balls just left of the zipper. His penis wasn't quite as large or the knob so fat as Steve, so unless he had a bone, it wouldn't show. His mum had gone out to a neighbour but told him to be back by seven, so he had an hour or more. It was just ten minutes to Steve's place, so he put on his shoes and short jacket and started round. It was rather windy and his bags flapped wildly round his legs. "Fucking hell," they'll blow me away," he thought as he struggled along, his longish hair also blown around. Steve had taken Pete to meet his mum and to fetch his night things. They found Mike waiting for them. "Hey, Mike; where were you at the baths?" "Sorry, Steve, I had to go with mum to get my new bags and Scout stuff. Wow, is this our new friend? Cool!" Pete was very pleased to be called a new friend and he liked this boy who was in the bloom of development. "Yes, this is Pete and he's really cool," Steve replied. "Nice bags, by-the-way," he continued. "You are one of us now!" he said smacking Mike on the arse. "Shall we tell Mike about the two slags we had just now? You missed a lot Mike; or perhaps you're too young?" "Wow, fuck! No, tell me, but tomorrow because I have to go," Mike replied. Pete's Gran had gone to her bingo but had told the boys to be in bed when she got back about eleven. It was now just before seven. "So, that's "Big Ball Mike", Pete said as they went back upstairs after seeing Mike off. "Yes, he's cool. His balls are no bigger than ours really; it's just that he's so small and slight that they look bigger. I'm sure he's never wanked because his skin is so tight, though he said he's spunking but he doesn't know what it is." "But he must have a fucking bush like us!" Pete said. "I had one at his age and was spunking." "Yes, me too, but he's still bald -- not a hair -- and he's only ten. Saw him in the shower last week" "Wow, I thought he was at least twelve; but what about those slags just now: did you like her?" "No, not really, but, fucking hell, I'd never been sucked before and it was way better than wanking. She really had my knob right out like you said. I thought you were going to fuck her the way you were going!" Steve replied, as the two lay back on the big bed to talk. "She refused -- no condom! But she sucked me off ok -- knob fully out. " Pete replied, "But I told you I'd fucked Kate." "Wow, your girl? You said she was a fucking slag too." "Yes, just like those two. First time I kissed here, she was rubbing the front of my trousers, until I was really boned up," Pete replied, moving a little closer to Steve so they were almost touching. "But she never sucked me off like this one did," he continued reaching out and feeling Steve's leg and then letting his fingers explore his bulge. "Pete!" Steve whispered. "I'm on the fucking bone; do you want to -- you know?" As if in answer, Pete started to unfasten the three buttons of Steve's trouper's waistband, and then started to feel his straining knob through the thin material. He then felt Steve's hand on the bulge down the left side of his leg. Pete began to breath more deeply as they moved together, their groins meeting. Pete moved on top of Steve and pinned him down. "You're the girl now, and you need fucking," he whispered. The two looked each other in the eyes. Pete moved closer, to kiss his friend on the lips. Steve opened his legs as if playing the girl. He felt Pete's hard knob against his own gently rubbing against him. They both managed to divest themselves of their trousers by awkward movements, their well-wanked members and full balls, rubbing together. Steve was soon gripping Pete's rounded buttocks, pulling him ever closer. Both their knobs were fully exposed. "Is this better than your Kate? Steve asked, his member at the height of erection. "Yes, let's wank each other a bit," Pete said. I'm not close yet; what about you. "I feel a bit close, so hold off" Steve replied, as he felt Pete gently pulling the skin back to expose his big knob. He'd recently learnt that when the knob is out you get a better sensation. "Not bad knob, mate; nearly as big as mine," Pete whispered as they ministered to each other. Within a few minutes the climax had happened and the boys began to clean up. «It's OK, my gran knows I have `accidents' in bed» Pete replied, thankful that little spunk had actually gone on the sheets. -- Ivan Ivanocich Отправлено из Почты Mail.ru