Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2022 15:54:46 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Pete & Stev's Fucking Bushes! Part 6 Pete and Stev's Fucking Bushes Part 6 Mike's Fucking Growth! Pete was meeting his new friends at choir in June 1978 England. Thanks to friends who corrected some context mistakes and language/phrases suitable for that country. After church, the senior choirboys take Pete to the woods. "You got pubes, Pete yet, you're only eleven, aren't you, so bet you're fucking smooth?" Paul asked. Steve immediately liked his new friends, but blushed a little but decided to be bold. "Fucking bush, mate!" he replied as they walked towards the nearby woods, their flares flapping around their legs in the summer breeze. Paul laughed, took out some cigarettes from his blazer pocket. "Here, spark up," he said, also giving one to the others. How you get on with that girl of yours last night?" he asked Trev; and then turning to Pete: "We can fix you up, mate. You look ready for some action after your session in the organ loft!" He added, thrusting his groin forward provocatively. "We offered to find a girl for Steve but he's too timid," he joked. Little did he know that the two eleven year olds were now just as experienced as he was! Paul and Trev were like this with all the boys in the choir and the younger ones looked up to them. Pete was proud he'd been let into the seniors' gang of boys over fourteen and he wanted Steve in too. The guys were soon in the fields where there was a deserted farm outbuilding. "Not bad, Mate!" Trev replied. "Not yet up her cunt, but, fucking hell! Had my knob right up against her at the bus stop! What about you, mate?" "Yeah, the same" Paul replied, as he led the way into the deserted building. There were several chairs there which the boys had found, and on which they sat down, their legs apart showing their bulges and their flares billowing out in front of them. Instinctively Pete adopted the same relaxed pose as the others, sitting legs apart and noticing Paul's balls looked even bigger than his, a large mound against his left thigh. Soon he was relating the story of his experiences with his girl." "So!" Trev started. "You are a real spunker then," he joked. "You know we don't usually allow boys under 14 into our senior group. "Yes, you have to have a fucking bush like young Stevie here if you're under 14," Dave added. "So, Pete; you say you've been shagging," Paul said. "It's ok, we just need to see the evidence today. What's this down your pants? You stuffed them with a cricket ball?" Pete was a little uncomfortable but he was brave and desperately wanted to be accepted, so he just remained silent as Paul continued. "Okay, guys: we'll finish now with a quick jerk," Trev suggested to Paul. "Get the chairs round. You up for it, Pete? Or too fucking shy?" "No, I'm okay," he replied as Paul brought out the magazine he had been reading behind his music in choir and spread it on the low table. "Look at that fucking cunt, Guys," Dave said, unfastening his bags and pulling down his pants to reveal despite his nearly fifteen years that his public area and large genitalia was still completely smooth. The others did the same including Steve and Pete. "Fuck, not bad bush at all, Pete. Nice knob. You sure you're eleven? If you've had that up a cunt, it will have given some pleasure. Hope you used a condom!" Trev observed. "You're bigger than Steve and even Dave needs one." "Nearly twelve, actually," Pete replied displaying his full, thick bush which was easily the most developed of the group, although Trev wasn't far behind. Steve, as we know was impressive but the pubes were longer and more elegantly adorning his impressive balls and prominent left nut. It didn't really take very long until they had all pulled off, except for Pete who was a very slow spunker. But at last he came in big blasts despite his activity with Steve the night before. Steve, on the other hand, was almost spunked out and left dry. "Parsons must have been firing you up in the organ loft," Dave laughed as Pete blasted on the floor. "Ok, we believe you," he added as despite his bald condition blasted as strongly as Pete. "Let's get going; I want my fucking dinner!" "And don't forget, Pete and Steve. If you want a girl each, met us at the bus station Tuesday at seven!" And with thet they went their separate ways. "Cool, Pete, you did okay. Hey, did you use a condom, you know -- that time with that girl?" Steve asked as they were walking back together. Pete began to be a bit worried: "Slag, you mean. Nah, I'm only eleven," he replied unconvincingly. "Yes, but you fired spunk didn't you? My cousin says you can knock a girl up even at eleven. Well, I suppose you're right. But we better get some for Tuesday. " "OK but you can get them from the barber. I can't as he knows my dad! Come on; see you tonight; be my place for six sharp," Steve replied as they parted. So, all had gone well with Pete's introduction to his new friends. It just remained to negotiate introduction to his classmates tomorrow. It would be especially difficult because there were just a few weeks left until the end of term. "Don't worry, Pete. I'll call for you at half-eight with Will and Dave. They are in our class and cool." "Not Dave from the choir," Pete replied. "No, you idiot. This Dave is eleven like us, but fucking hell, you should see his balls! And Will has a fucking bush, even though his mum makes him wear shorts," Steve laughed. "Wow, all the kids in my last class were so fucking immature," Pete replied. "It was so embarrassing at swimming in the locker room. They all used to stare at me! Can't wait to meet them." "Our teacher, Mr Jones, is so cool. He let's us change together -- me, Ian, Will, Dave and now `Big Balls' Mike -- after the other kids have showered." So, we leave our friends here just for a week or so to allow Pete to settle in to his new class. We will return next time to the Tuesday encounter with the girls, but enough to say now that it was fully satisfying for both boys! Meanwhile at school, Pete has proved to be a hit with Will and Dave because of his humorous remarks and sexual innuendo. And, of course, his teacher, Mr Jones was very hot for the attractive, mature boy of which there were usually very few, if any in his class. However, this year he had been blessed with Steve, Will, Ian and Dave, and now -- FUCKING BULGING PUBERTY -- by Pete.. His physical prowess proved useful on the sports field and his caring attitude didn't go unnoticed. The boys didn't shower at school after sports and just changed down to their underpants in the classroom; but even that was a real turn on for Mr Jones who would sit at his desk gently rubbing his penis as the boys changed. He couldn't believe the bulge in Pete's pants as he changed and couldn't wait to take them to the baths for close inspection. He soon found that the boy, unlike Will and Dave who always drew back, was not averse to being fondled at the teacher's desk. "Let's just check your work, Pete," Mr Jones would say, beckoning the boy to his desk during the Maths lesson. Pete would obediently stand to the left of Mr Jones as the teacher looked at his work, hidden from the rest of the class by the desk which covered Pete from the top of his waistband downwards. First Jones would fondle the fleshy, plump, arse filling out the tight trousers, and then, when he got no resistance, running his left hand up the boy's left inside leg until he made contact with the impressive bulge on the left thigh. First he brushed gently against the balls and then slid his hand up actually onto the bulge of the penis and big knob. "This is very good work, Pete," he would say, now actually massaging the penis as if he were milking a cow and feeling a definite hardening! "Thanks, Sir. Do you think I might go to the lav?" "Yes, of course; I'll keep your book until you come back." And with that, Pete managed to slip out without being noticed. But who should he bump into in the corridor but Mike from the class below. "Hey, Pete, what you doing? You look a bit red," Mike asked. "Hush, Mike. Good thing it's you. "Just off for a pull: coming?" "Fuck, sure," Mike replied. He'd learnt a lot since his first night in the bath three weeks before, and was now a compulsive wanker! "Looks as if you're on the bone, Mate. Mr Jones been feeling you up, the queer bastard?" "Sush, he's really nice." "I know; only joking, and it's fun really." The school lavatories were primitive and the latrines open to the yard and just as they were about to relieve themselves, the bell for home sounded. "Shit, must get back," Pete said, doing up his trousers. "Finish at home, Mate!" Most of the eleven year olds had gone back into shorts for the last half of the session in late June except for Steve, Will, Dave, and now Pete, all in their wide flares with high waistbands with the exception of Dave who was sporting the also popular low waistband held with one button and a zip. There had been no school swimming for three weeks because of a problem at the baths, but this Friday they were able to resume. "So, Pete, you going to change with us or with the little kids?" Will said, as they got on the bus. "Hey, Mike, come and sit with us on the back," he called to their third year friend. Steve had warned Pete that was was said or done in choir was never to be repeated anywhere, especially at school. "Sir, can I sit at the back with the other guys, please?" Mike asked and, having been given permission by Mr Jones was soon with his friends. "Hey, Mikey; you pulled off today?" Will joked. "If you must know, I don't masturbate!" Mike replied with a cheeky grin. "Nah, he's still dry," Dave added. "No pubes yet, Mikey?" "Shut up, guys," Steve said. "Wait and see?" - and so the banter went on, Mike not rising to the bait but rather enjoying it. The journey by bus was just twenty minutes and the forty boys, aged ten and eleven arrived at the baths. "Third form boys, with Mrs Jenkins; the others with me," Mr Jones commanded; and then, noticing Mike's pleading look and extremely curious to update himself on his condition, added "OK, Mike; you can join your friends," feeling his well-filled shorts arse. Unfortunately the baggy shorts -- of the rather old fashioned cut insisted by the school -- were very good at hiding any signs of pubertal development. Mike's classmates giggled: "Big Balls is going with the big balls," Jake, Mike's friend remarked without malice. There were twenty-two in Mr Jones's class and, as usual, Ian, Steve, Will and Dave occupied the little annex off the main changing room. "Hey, Pete; in here!" Steve jestured. "Come on, guys, get undressed." It didn't take them too long to divest themselves of their clothes, especially as Mr Jones insisted on silence in the changing rooms. "Come on, guys!" Mr Jones interjected, coming over from where the others were changing. "I'll get the others through the showers and then call you," he said. "Thanks, Sir," Mike replied, turning to his teacher completely naked and displaying his impressive not yet eleven year old genitalia. Mr Jones was not the only one looking down at Mike! `Fucking hell," his teacher thought silently, taking in the sight of Mike's pubic region -- entirely smooth a month ago -- was now covered extensively by a forest of very tiny but very dark pubic hairs, a few at the base of the thick penis, beginning to curl. His bulbous and shapely balls were still completely smooth and firm and his ample penis with retractable foreskin was a rival even to Pete's. The boy was in full puberty! "To the showers now boys," he said, leaving them for a few moments. "Fuck, Mike, You're starting a growth, Dave said, sporting his own respectable bush! "Your pubes are all over. When did they start?" Will added. "About a month," Mike replied." "Wow, that's fast," Dave replied rubbing the short hairs with the flat of his hand. "Fucking hell, what a knob and balls." he remarked. "Come on; display it proudly," Dave added!" "No towels, guys: to the showers! Don't forget your trunks."