Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2018 17:46:48 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Fedya's Fucking Bush - Pt 1 -Adult-Youth New Story Fedya's Fucking Bush This story contains scenes of a very 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. Fedya was a football fanatic and so when the World Cup came to Russia he was very happy. At twelve-years-old he was, of course an independent boys and well used to life on the streets of Moscow. He was quite a small slightly built boy for his age, but very beautiful. He preferred to wear his his hair very long, parted in the middle and swept away from his face, which, as yet, was smooth and boyish. His voice had recently and suddenly gone very deep, which was very sexy on a young boy and impressive to Ilya, his best friend. Today he had put on a Russian team shirt and thin silky shorts, nicely filed out at the rear by his ample buttocks and at the front by an eye-catching bulge down the left leg. The outline of his underpants was also very sexily vsible beneath the shorts. "Let's see if we can earn money from some foreign guys," he said to Ilya, who was a year older than him. "You know, a lot of them won't know Russian, so we can get some tips." "Wow, yes," Ilya replied. I forgot you know English so well." It was true. For two years an English student had lived with Fedya's family and the boy had learnt excellent English during this time. The two had become very close and he missed him terribly now he had returned. Ilya, who was 13, was a little taller than his friend, and with his fair, curly hair, was a picture of boyhood. "So, let's head for Gorky Park and have a look at the crowds," Fedya suggested. "We can look for guys who look foreign and offer to help them." "And we can also look for French guys," Ilya replied. Ilya studied at a gymnasium which studied French as a main foreign language. He had also spend some time in Paris with his parents on holidays. Ilya was also dressed in Russian football kit, so the guys couldn't be mistaken amongst the crowds. They planned to take the metro to the Teatralnaya station and then walk to Red Square. "These foreign guys are really strange," Ilya commented, as they were on the platform. "Look, there is an English or German guy looking lost." It was true; a young guy of around 25 was standing on the platform looking for the correct track and trying to read the signs. " If, I am not mistaken, you look lost," Fedya said, going up to the guy. "Can we help you?" The man was startled, but when he saw the disarming boys, he relaxed. "Oh,I am lost, mate," the man replied. "Can't read these fucking directions." Fedya found it difficult to understand him because he spoke with a stange accent and with slang. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. "Well, my friends are in Gorky Park, but we got separated on the Metro," he replied. "Come with us, and we will take you. Ilya and I are going there," Fedya replied, smiling. The guy looked hesitant. "I can't pick up two good-looking boys like you," he replied. "I might be arrested!" "This is Russia, not London. Relax and come," Fedya insisted. It just so happened that the guy they had targeted was very interested in small boys. His loins were already stirring at the sight and sound of Fedya : his cute small frame and stature, long, silky hair, almost reaching to his shoulders and his deep baritone voice "Fucking spunker!" he thought. That boy must have a bush with a voice like that and surely, that can't be his balls bulging in his shorts!" "Keep close to us," Fedya commanded, "Because the train will be full. Here it is; let's go." "You must let me give you something," the guy, whose name was Andrew replied, as they got on the train. "Not just for showing you the way," Fedya replied as he felt Andrew's hand full on his arse. "No, but for a little extra!" Andrew replied, moving close to Fedya and reaching round to feel his balls. He was shocked to feel a substantial knob in contact with his ministrations. "Fucking hell; what a knob!" the man whispered to Fedya as he felt the shaft of the boy's penis. "Ilya feels left out," Fedya replied. What about 500 rubles each or get the fuck out of here," he replied calmy as he felt the man's hand groping his genital area. "Are you spunking or still having dry wanks?" Andrew asked calmly, although his mind was spinning. "Fucking bush, mate, but Ilya is smooth. So what do you think and what do you like?" "How do I know you won't turn me to the police?" Andrew asked, his hand shaking. "Don't be stupid. You could just say we are gopniks and tried to rob you," Fedya assured him. One thousand rubles each for a good wank! What do you say? "No fucking or kissing, though. We are not gay and we are religious boys. "Wow, OK. Where can we go?" Andrew asked, his swelling penis pressed against Ilya's buttocks in the crowded train. He reached round to feel Ilya's balls but the boy was quite small and he could only locate something very small and soft! He would have got up behind Fedya but the boy was just too small and he would have been pressing into his back. However, he was close enough to the boy to small the clean aroma of his hair and the cologne he had put under his arms. Manwhile Ilya had not understood a word of this, but guessed the meaning when he heard money was mentioned and had felt the man's member against his arse and his fingers trying to locate his penis! The boys knew a quiet place, a deserted building, so they motioned to Andrew to get out at the next station. "Won't your parents be anxious about you?" Andrew asked, as they came to street level up the long escalator. "Why so? They are at work. We are not babies, but Russian men," Fedya stated, as Andrew slipped him 500 rubles hardly believing his luck! "Fucking puberty!" he thought, putting one arm round Fedya's shoulder and the other around taller Ilya's waist. "Ask your friend if he can spunk? Andrew said to Fedya. "And what about you?" "He can, I think; but he is not really into sex yet," Fedya replied; "But ask him and I will translate." It is true; Ilya was not yet consumed by sexual desires. He did wank it, of course, but usually in bed and it was quickly over and his little penis was soon soft again. So, who is this guy that has picked up our dear friends? He is an attractive young Englisman, not a redneck, and had travelled to Moscow with friends to watch the football. However, he had heard and seen Russian boys on the iternet and found them attractive, especially the older boys who were still completely smooth. He was also mad about young small spunkers. He spoke no Russian so had, at best, hoped to feel up attractive boys in the crowds. He'd deliberately lost his friends to have a search for such boys, but had been vey nervous and had hardly dared touch an arse! Imagine his surprise when his perfect boy came up to him and spoke in great English. Judging from his knowledge of boys he had imagined Ilya to be about 14 and Fedya no more than eleven, but when he heard Fedya speak he thought maybe older. He was right, of course, because Fedya is a few months short of 13 and Ilya not yet 14. Both boys could tell that Andrew was a friendly man and would not hurt them. Neither was 'blue' of course, but, for Fedya especially, any sexual experience was exciting, especially if he could get some money. He smiled and flashed his white teeth at Andrew. "What about going to cafe?" Andrew readily agreed and they found a nice place in a nearby strret, not too crowded. "Do you want juice or sprite?" Andrew asked, thinking they were like Western kids. "No, let's drink green tea; it is vey useful for health," Ilya replied in Russian. The three sat at a table and the girl took their order, which Fedya gave. "Don't say anything sexy," Fedya warned. "That girl understands English. Do you hear her talking to those German guys over there?" So, they just talked about normal things. Andrew told them he had finished university and was working as a computer programist in London. The boys told of their lives: Fedya about his love of acting and singing and Ilya for extreme sports. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off Fedya's beautiful face, which had a slight olive complexion and showing no signs of any hairs. His neck was elegant. Fedya was a pupil of a famous choir school in Moscow and hoping to be a soloist. "That is if my voice does not fail. I can sing vey high and well, but my spaking voice has dropped," he explained. "Fucking spunker!" Andrew thought, now realising that this guy was a boy soprano! "Wow; you must sing for me," Andrew commanded. "Perhaps, later in the street. We could earn some money," Ilya suggested. "He does have angelic voice." By now they had drunk their tea and stood to leave the cafe. "Where can we go?" Andrew asked, rubbing Fedya's bottom and feeling the silky shorts slide across his cotton underpants. Fedya explained that there were an old factory in the next street that had been deserted for years. It was easy to get into and, if noone was there, it would be okay. "I've been there before," he said. "You mean you have taken men there?" Andrew said, astonished. "Just once, last week, but he was stupid and frightened, so he went off!" Fedya replied, as they came to a deserted yard and an old building. There seemed to be no guards, so Fedya was able to get in through an old iron door. It looked to have been the office of the factory, because there were some small rooms, mainly empty but one with a table and some old chairs. "Ilya; close the door and lock it, if you can. This place is fine." Turning to Andrew the boy asked: "Well, Andrey - what to do. "Give 1000 rubles each and you can do what you likebas long as you are kind to us." Andrew gladly gave the money, which was taken by Ilya, who sat down on a chair. Fedya stood in front of Andrew, who was now sitting on a chair next to Ilya, feeling the man's soft hands on each of his bottom cheeks. He put his hands gently on Andrew's shoulders as the man drew him closer. "Do you get the fucking skin back over that knob of yours," Andrew asked, moving his hand moved round from his arse to the impressive bulge. "You won't know unless you try it, you cunt!" Fedya replied quietly. "And can you spunk it?" "You won't know, unless you take my fucking pants off will you?" "Wait, Fedya! I want you to slowly take off your clothes, starting with your shirt, while I watch," Andrew commanded. Fedya smiled his winning smile: "You fucking bastard. Get your pants off, too,Ilya," he replied, slowly taking off his shirt, revealing his slim chest erect nipples which were bursting with puberty. "I love it when you swear in English!" Andrew replied, standing up to take of his own trousers to reveal a pair of smart trunks. At the age of 25 he was in very good shape. Fedya was just about to take off his shorts, when Andrew stopped him "Let me do that, you choirboy wanker," he said, sitting down again and placing his hands firmly on the boy's rounded buttocks. "You like my arse, don't you?" teased Fedya, beginning to feel stirrings again in his loins. Bet you don't get boys like us in England or America!" "You are perfect choirboy, Fedya." He said, now turning the boy so that he could see the front of his shirt. "The perfect boy soprano who can really spunk. Fucking puberty," he said as his is left hand was still firmly placed on the boy's buttocks, exploring the gap between the two. "Just open your legs a little bit," he asked, feeling for the boy's balls from behind. He got a shock because the balls were really voluminous and hanging. "Fucking hell! What's that? Have you stuffed your pants? he added, feling to ample nuts. "Russian boys are real men!" Fedya teased. His right hand, he placed flat on the boy's chest and began rubbing his stomach. Fedya began breathing more deeply and closed his eyes. "Get my fucking dick out and start wanking it," he commanded. "Wait, and it will be better when it comes," Andrew advised. "Fucking hell!" he said, as he gently touched the head of the penis, which was pressing against the front of his shorts. "That's sure a big knob you've got, Fedya: much fatter than the shaft. Fucking spunker!" "It's grown a lot these past months and giving me a lot of fucking trouble." Andrew continued rubbing the member through the material. He then felt the balls again. "Tell me if you're close to spunking. I don't want you cumming yet." Andrew released his ministrations and was shocked to see the size of the erection in the boys shorts said. " Ilya was now also naked from the waist upwards and watched Fedya as he divested himself of his shirt. He was an athletic boy, but his voice was still unhardened and sexy. Andrew now took the shorts in his hand and slid them down revealing Fedya's red cotton briefs which were bursting with puberty! Now lowering his underpants just low enough to reveal first a thick fringe of black, curly pubic hairs, one of which he pulled gently from the boy's body! "Wow, you have really long curly hair!" Ilya exclaimed in Russian, coming closer, his own small member erected to an impressive size. "Get your pants off, Ilya and show it proudly. You got to learn real wanking!" Fedya commanded. His nearly-fourteen-year-old friend obliged and soon his pencil-like penis was freed, the small balls drawn tightly to his groin. "Andrew, pull his skin back and get his knob out," Fedya commanded, still in his pants. "He's still bald, look!" he commented as Andrew reached over and took the boy's smooth but hard member into his hand. In fack, Ilya was used to getting the skin back because he had seen it in his school and banya when naked with his friends, although he was not experienced in wanking the exposed knob. "Fucking classic," he exclaimed as he felt the skin slipping back and the white knob became completely exposed and strange sensations shot through his groin. When Andrew turned back to Fedya, he got the shock of his life. His friend had divested himself of his pants and was standing fully erect and naked before him. How can we describe the sight without making you spunk straight away?! Fucking Puberty! What an impressive ball-sac and member on such a small and slight frame. A full set of balls which would be heavily weighing down the sac when soft and unexcited was now drawn up, prominant like small billard balls. The ball-sac was white and smooth, devoid of hairs. A sturdy, long, penis, which looked well wanked, was fired with sexual energy and almost quivering. The foreskin was fully back, exposing a very ample knob, wider than the shaft and already damp with moisture. But - FUCKING HELL - what a bush on such a small boy. The thick pubic hairs were not only confined to the base of his penis but had now spread across the entire pubic region. Strangely enough, his legs and chest were completely devoid of hair. "What a bush!" Andrew exclaimed, as he ran his fingers through the growth, "How long have you had that?" "That's for you to quess?" he teased. "How old do you think I was when pubes started? So, you guys who are reading this: here are some questions. You can email your answers and suggestions. 1 - How old was Fedya when he started pubes? 2 - How old was Fedya when he grew a bush. 3 - How old was Fedya when he first properly spunked. 4 - Andrew will ask him about girs. Has he had it up a cunt? 5 - What about Ilya? Can he spunk? When will his pubes start? 6 - What are they going to do? Answeres to Vanya -- Ivan Ivanocich