Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 16:11:58 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys 19 Dima's Choirboys -- Chapter 19 I had some good feedback from the last story. 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. What was happening to the other boys during Gleb's meeting with Vanya? Pasha had left the disco and had seen his little boys to bed before making his way to the part of the corpus where the kadets were housed. Most people were still at the disco, but he knew the room where Peter lived. He found his friend alone, sitting on his bed still in his uniform. "Hey, Pasha: come in. Where is Gleb?" he asked excitedly. "Can't wait to see those balls of his." "It's the knob that is most impressive, Mate." Pasha joked. " Fucking hell, you should see the size of it! The last I saw in the disco, he had it up against a girl's cunt. But I don't think he got any farther," he replied. "He was really pressing it against her, and his hips were thrusting when she slapped his face and went out!" Peter laughed, in his unhardened voice, hitting the table in excitement: " Oh, my! What a wanker! Will he come to us?" he asked. "Can't wait to get my hands on his arse. When did you last see it? His balls must be bigger than yours. And he must have a bush. And how can he sing like that with a knob as big as his?" "Sure to be here, in some minutes, I think, but if he's spunked he'll be in a holy mood again and not willing," Pasha replied, walking over to Peter, who had now stood up. "Thinking about it, I haven't seen him since the close of the school in May, and he does look to have grown. Could have started pubes by now," he added. "Bush, you mean!" Peter replied, taking off his tunic and shirt and trousers to put them away. "Not a bush, I think, and I bet you he is still as smooth as a baby! He won't kiss, you know, because he's not blue; neither will Kirill, so come here, you blue boy; I want to kiss you! " Pasha called, drawing his friend towards him, and feeling his arse, as their groins met together. Pasha felt his erection arising as he opened his mouth to allow Peter's tongue to enter his mouth, giving him a most intense feeling. Pasha was feeling the soft flesh of Peter's buttocks through his thin pants, whilst his friend was getting excited too, the skin of his penis slipping back as his erection increased, as he felt Pasha's tash tickling his smooth face. He pulled Pasha roughly closer. Just then, there was a sound in the corridor, and the door opened. The two boys just had time to separate and to sit on the bed trying to look natural, but to their delight, it was Gleb who appeared through the door. "Hi, guys: am I too late?" he asked, smiling, as he came in looking still flushed and a bit untidy. His half erection was showing strongly through his white trousers, the knob quite prominently visible through the material on the left side of the zipper. "Fucking hell! You frightened us." Peter exclaimed, as he got up to welcome his new friend. "What happened?" Gleb sat down in the chair, his legs spread slightly, displaying his ample equipment. He smiled his winning smile and spoke in his silky, unhardened, voice! "Where do you want me to start?" he asked, and fingering his knob slightly as he got comfortable, noticing that Peter's eyes were riveted to the general area of his equipment. "We thought you were away with a girl," Gleb, Pasha said, teasingly. "I saw your knob up against her," he added. "Thought you didn't like girls," Gleb replied: "Or was it my knob you were interested in?" he said, just touching his member in a tease. "No, your arse, Mate," Peter joked. "Fucking hell; how can you sing like an angel with balls like that?" he asked. "Angels have balls too," Gleb joked. "At least, I think they do, but I'll ask my priests about that!" "Will you confess what you did to that girl and to us?" Peter asked, not quite in jest. "Of course, but don't worry: no names or places will be told. Pasha has confessed too, haven't you Pashka?" Pasha was a bit shy at having to admit that he, too, was religious and had regrets about his condition, which was far more serious than the other boys, who were just messing around. He knew that he would never love a girl: he had always known. But the others would all find nice wives and be happy with lots of children to love. Pasha would be alone in life forever, only loving other people's boys. "Okay -- so before you get all holy again, tell us what happened!" Peter replied. "So, guys: the three girls were really strict, but you should have seen the tits and nipples on the one I danced with. They were really hard and I thought I had her in my power. We danced and I think she saw I was hard because she let me draw her close in a dance. And - fucking puberty -- the sensation I felt when my knob brushed her cunt for the first time. Then she had her hands on my arse and we kissed for ten minutes. I gently massaged her nipples and tits and, at first I was only half hard but the feelings were intense even then; but then I sort of lost control and started thrusting at her and I was getting fully stiff. I'm sure she was still enjoying it, because she was moaning as if she was having an orgasm while I was feeling her tits." "She was in fucking orgasm, Mate, with that knob into her, and your hands all over her tits!" Peter added. "Yes, your right: never thought of that," Gleb replied, unfastening his belt and releasing his trousers, as he could feel some pre-cum rising and didn't want to stain the beautiful cloth. "Anyway she suddenly slapped my face and went out with her friends," he finished. "That's because she had had her orgasm and finished herself, and, like you after your orgasm, felt guilty," Peter replied. "They are always like that. You have a lot to learn about fucking girls. They are for anything till they have it and then have regrets. She'll be up for it again tomorrow, so make sure you fuck her before she has her moment!" "Rather like me, then" Gleb added, thoughtfully. "I'll be repenting today for a whole week next! So, if you want the story, here it is:" Gleb then described what had happened on the way out of the disco and his encounter with Vanya. "Did you wank it with him?" Pasha asked, wondering why the boy was still so hard. "Well, we did but he spunked up quickly and lost interest. I wasn't even nearly there, even though he was fingering my knob," he replied. "You can see what a condition he left me in just now!" "Vanya is just like that: -- a quick spunker," Peter advised, getting up from his place beside Pasha on the bed and going over to Gleb and making a grab for the boy's balls. Gleb's trousers were now fully open and his erection was straining at the red material of his pants. "Fucking, bastard, blue boy!" Gleb shot back, in the height of sexual excitement, standing up and carefully taking off his white trousers. He was now just in his trunks which, like the ones Pasha wore, designed to give support to boys with ample equipment. They gave support to the ample balls, preventing them from sagging. Pasha, on the other hand, preferred trunks that kept his balls snugly to his right leg. Although Pasha's balls were huge, his penis, when soft was normal size, causing few problems by being too prominent, and when he was naked and soft almost hidden by his thick bush. "Fucking hell, Gleb!" he said. "You have grown in the past weeks. You're bigger than I am!" Pasha remarked, pulling down his own shorts to reveal his bush and balls, as he watched Peter pull down the pants to reveal the boy's impressive member. "See, Peter, he's still as smooth as the day he was born!" It was true, but puberty had been pouring hormones into Gleb's balls and penis in the past weeks. Not only were they low-hanging, but they were shapely like huge pears. The delicate and white sac, containing the two balls, one of which was more prominent that the other, was almost transparent, showing clearly the two balls through the skin. But it was the long, shapely and exciting penis, which was equally impressive, not quite fully erect, and still being weighed down by the fat knob, the slit of which seemed to be pulsating slightly as some juice flowed out. When soft, the foreskin almost covered the head entirely, but recently the increased size of the knob had caused the skin to stretch and slightly expose the slit. Remember, guys, that only some weeks before, Gleb had never had the skin fully back, but now it went back with ease. and the menacing helmet was swollen to adult proportions. Even though he was erect, the head was still weighing down the penis, bending it. Only when fully hard would the penis rise up against his stomach in a way which made it look almost glued into that position! "Come here!" Peter commanded, and Gleb obeyed as the boy pulled him close and pressed his erection against the boy's arse, and taking his knob into his fist and then rubbing it with his palm. Gleb, feeling the pressure against his bottom and the sensations caused by the massaging of his knob, started moaning, and then, forgetting his reservations, obediently lay on the bed and raised his legs, exposing his buttocks. As soon as Peter introduced his hot member, Gleb's penis became fully erect, the shaft and knob swelling further and the sac was drawn up into a ball shape. The penis, now able to support the weight of the knob, slapped hard against Gleb's stomach. Pasha had difficulty in actually prising it down, as he, in turn, began to finger the knob. "I'm not fucking blue, you know," Gleb protested mildly, as Peter had his way with him, thrusting his slim but fully erect penis into Gleb's arse. Gleb could feel the boy's sparse pubes rubbing up against his delicate and bulbous buttocks. His long legs, still smooth and strong were moved round to grip his friend tightly "Wank my fucking knob, Pashka, and my tits," Gleb commanded as he began to come to a height of ecstasy. As to oblige, Pasha pulled the skin back right over the knob, and then fully back again, exposing the head and concentrated his ministrations on that sensitive area. Both Peter and Gleb were now sweating under their exertions and Pasha, who was himself at the height of erection, and close to spunking, continued his wanking, lubrication now flowing from Gleb''s member. His beautiful white toes were now tightened and his back was arched as he felt himself close to a huge orgasmic eruption. His smooth face, never touched by a razor and without a single pubertal hair, was red with passion. His close-cropped hair was wet with moisture. His language because very vulgar as he lost all control of his emotions. Peter, who was no stranger to this activity, and the oldest of the three, despite his youthful appearance, was doing his best to bring Gleb to orgasm. But, as we have said, the boy is was a slow spunker, and Pasha a fast one, so Pasha finished first, his spunk gushing out in a torrent. "Don't stop wanking, Pashka," Gleb commanded, as he was nearly 80% to orgasm. But Pasha was exhausted and Peter knew he had to bring the boy to climax now without the help of Pasha, so he steadied himself and kept thrusting deep into Gleb's bottom and also wanking the boy's member. . "Keep going, you cunt: the spunk's rising," Gleb commanded as his balls at last started their final reaction, so long awaited. His huge knob was now glittering with pre-cum, copiously produced in readiness for the eruption of the volcano. Several weeks of pent up and repressed emissions were ready to flow from the boy's balls. The skin was right back and his penis at the height of erection, huge even on his tall, slim, body. The fact that he was completely smooth added tension and excitement to the session, coupled with the fact that this holy boy so very rarely succumbed to his desires. His hands were now holding hard the edges of the bed, his toes as tight as possible they could get, and his back was arched waiting for the final moment. At last it came: Peter, so skilfully, had arranged their orgasms to come at exactly the same moment. He had never had a willing partner like Gleb. His time with Pasha was nothing to this. Just as his spunk was blasting, our beautiful choirboy erupted in the most intense orgasm of his life. His first blast of spunk was so strong that it hit Pasha in the face, and the second, almost shot over his head. Over the past weeks, his ejaculation had turned from the immature and watery spunk of a young choirboy to the thick and creamy cum of a mature boy soloist on the brink of developing a bush! Several more eruptions followed, Gleb still writhing in ecstasy. Suddenly all was calm and the three boys quiet in each other's arms. "Oh, what have we done? " Gleb said at last to Pasha, when the three boys had recovered. "Not sure," but it was classic," the others agreed. "Ok, but come now, Pasha, let's go to our room and we can light some candles." "Can I come too," Peter asked, is a strange twist of psychology. "Yes, of course: God loves us all and it is the day of the Angel Gabriel, so we will ask for his help. But you must be genuine, Peter. Come on, guys, get dressed," the boy commanded, regaining is usual composure and demeanour of presence.