Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2018 10:56:46 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Fucking Puberty - 2 Fucking Puberty! - Part 2 Spunking! 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. Thanks for your encouragement of several e-mails, I am going to write more of this story. I am glad you like the stories. One person asked that I make each part a little shorter, with just one climax for the relief of readers. I think this is a good idea. Our seventeen-year-old friend youthful-looking Pasha has shaved and disguised himself as a 13-year-old smooth boy with the intention of seducing a young friend at the swimming baths. In the last part, we described his Meeting with young Misha, just a youthful 14-year-old. After an hour of swimming and diving together, both boys had become firm friends. Pasha had fully convinced his friend of his false age. In fact, they were very matched in height. Pasha had resisted much physical contact; but he had lusted at the sight of the boy's bottom and bulging genital area, outlined in his swimming trunks as they climbed the ladder. He was especially attracted to the inviting gap between the two rounded buttocks. At one point, Misha had slipped slightly on the ladder and Pasha had caught him fully on the bottom to steady him, feeling the firm rounded and hot flesh beneath the wet speedo. "Oh, thanks, Pasha; I slipped," the boy said in relief, remaining in Pasha's hold for some moments. "Be careful, Misha," Pasha replied, patting the bottom after releasing his friend. "Will you come home with me after our swim?" Misha asked, explaining that he lived with his widowed grandmother. " We are not at school today, and I am at home." He had already explained that he attended the school of the Black Fleet, which excited Pasha very much. They normally lived in the school but were allowed out sometimes to go home. When they were in the shower again, they talked and removed their trunks, Misha looking round at the other boys in the shower, all of whom were naked. The same two roughnecks were also there -- fourteen or fifteen-year-olds with full adult bushes. This time they had turned their attention to a small boy standing in the shower opposite. The room was completely open with about twenty shower jets and boys often just shared one shower, taking turns to wash. There was also of a group of ten-year-olds brought by a woman teacher, who had sent them to wash and get changed. Most were running around, in various stages of pre-or early puberty, all completely smooth, their little penises bobbing about on their un-dropped or just descending balls. But one little boy who had been standing facing the wall suddenly turned round and caught attention: he was obviously capable of mature spunking, displaying a full bush, his balls heavy and sagging, his penis long and fat and think growth of hairs across his entire pubic region, strongly tufting at the base of his penis, which looked well wanked. He was dark haired and of Slavic appearance, quite stocky and strong legs. Pasha judged him to be between ten or twelve years old. One of the roughnecks also noticed and called out: " Hey, little boy; nice pubes; pity you are still dry wanking!" The boy started to cry, making the other little boys laugh out loud as the little boy tried to cover his pubic bush. "Been spunking since I was nine, if you must know!" he cried out, drying to defend himself, but making the other boys laugh the more. "Leave the boy alone," Pasha called out. "Come on, little one: don't take notice and come with me and Misha," he continued, going over to the little boy and putting his hand round his shoulders. Misha was proud of his friend and went to help and they both took the boy to the changing room.. "Where is your locker?" Pasha asked. The boy, who revealed his name was Peter, was now more composed, took them to his locker, which was quite close to theirs. He explained that the other boys were unknown to him and, he too, had come alone. "I live very close," he explained, drying himself with his towel. All three were naked. Then Misha laughed. "You see, Peter," he said, pulling the boy close to him as he sat on the bench "You should be proud," he continued, now stroking the little boy's full bottom. "Of we three, you are the only one with pubes and we are thirteen and fourteen years old. The other little boys are just jealous and those roughnecks too: they wished they had had pubes at your age!" he added, touching the thick tuft of pubes at the base of his penis. Peter did not seem to object, so he continued, noticing a considerable swelling in the young boys member which began to stick out of his bus at 90 degrees. "Yes, I suppose so, but it is embarrassing with my classmates. They all look at me in the showers and ask me to show if I can spunk up." "And how old are you, Peter?" Misha asked. "I'm just ten and none of my classmates have any pubes. Just me. It's not so bad now because ten is not so young but a year ago, when I was nine when I started this bush, it was very embarrassing." "It's okay: try not to worry," Pasha said. "Your friend will soon catch up. It's embarrassing for me sometimes to be 13 and have such big balls without hair." "And about half of my friends have some hair at least," Misha added, still stroking the boy's bottom, "So don't worry." Peter seemed to be happier after these words. Pasha also stroked the boy's hair and then they helped him get dressed without encouraging more sexual activity. He was soon happy and on his way home. Misha turned to Pasha. "You were very kind to him. I like you all the more for it," he confided. "You were also kind," Pasha replied, pulling on his trousers and watching Misha finish dressing. Misha smiled. "Well, what about it: will you come home with me for a short time? My grandmother won't be back until six." Pasha readily agreed and the two boys went out, arm-in-arm like good Russian friends. Misha explained that they needed to take the metro three stops to his house. They walked in the street to the station and then entered the platform. "I'll show you my cadet uniform, if you like," Misha volunteered, as they stood on the platform. "It's great. I always wished I could be a cadet," Pasha added. "Why not? You are younger than I am, after all." Misha replied, as the train rumbled into the station. "Come on, keep together. I don't like the metro at this time: it is too busy and there are always people touching you when it is crowded." "That's true," Pasha replied, wondering what the possibilities were. Indeed the train was full and the two boys just managed to get in the wagon, Misha behind Pasha. "Keep close, Pasha," Misha said, placing his arms round this friend and pressing his groin closely against Pasta's ample bottom. "Yes, okay," Pasha responded, enjoying the sensation of Misha's, as yet soft, penis, between his buttocks. The boys didn't speak but Pasha pressed back against Misha and seemed to feel a swelling against his arse. However, the destination station arrived so soon and both boys exited without discussing the brief frisson further. "Come, Pasha; this is my house," Misha pointed out. Soon, they were in the entrance and taking the lift to the 7 th floor where Misha had his apartment. It was a small apartment in the house built in the 1970's, but nicely furnished and had two rooms. One was obviously Misha's and decorated with many pictures of his life and school, as well as his books. Most of the room was taken with his bed, which could accommodate two people if necessary. Both boys had taken off their coats and shoes. "Let's drink tea and have some pies," Misha suggested. "My grandmother leaves lunch for me. She will be back in two hours', I think. The boys went to the small kitchen and sat at the table. "You are a nice boy," Pasha; I like you very much," Misha volunteered. "I too," Pasha replied, looking into the boy's blue eyes. "I am glad you were kind to that boy in the baths; it shows you have a good soul." "And you too: it was you who had the courage to help in first. Come, let me show you my uniforms." And with that, Misha took his new friend back to his room where there was a wardrobe, which he opened. "Look: here is our formal dress uniform: do you like it?" he said, taking down the silky blue tunic, collar and hat. " And this is our normal every-day uniform. I just have new trousers for both tunics because I grew out of those since the summer, but the tunic still fit well. Here, try my hat!" With that he placed his sailor flat hat on Pasha, much to his friend's excitement. "Wow," Misha. I look like a sailor. Will you put on your uniform so I can see what you look like" "Why not," Misha replied. "You could try my uniform, if you like. "You are about my size, but stronger in the legs, I think. I can still get into the old uniform but it is a little small for me now. Look, here are the trousers: new and old." Misha produced his old dress trousers that were still good quality, and then showed his new. "These are still a little large for me, but would be fine for you to try, I think." With that, both boys divested themselves of their trousers and Misha put on his old dress uniform trousers. They were a little short in the leg but not uncomfortable. An attractive bulge was noticeable in the front where his penis and balls were confined. Pasha tried on the new dress trousers: they fitted quite well in the waist and leg but were rather tight around the groin. The boy heaved his balls and penis to the right leg, which was the usual way for his comfort, and fastened the belt. "Nice, though it looks as if you have something stuffed in your pants," Misha giggled. He showed Pasha how to put on the collar and tunic and then all was complete. "Now you are a sailor boy," Misha said, smiling. "You could take any girl you liked." Pasha suddenly had an impulsive and irresistible wish to kiss Misha. He put his hands on the boy's shoulder and kissed is cheek in a normal manner. He was shocked when Misha responded by pulling his friend to him and placed his lips around Pasha's mouth in a most passionate way. Pasha opened his mouth and there was an immediate connection, and an immediate and considerable swelling of both boys members. Electricity pulsated through both bodies as both boys passionately kissed. Both airs of hands were engaged in releasing the trousers of the other and soon both members had been released and standing to attention, trousers and ants below the knees! "Fucking puberty, Misha! What a bald spunker," Pasha said, taking the hard member and wanking it. "Fucking wanker, Pasha! What a set of balls," Misha replied. Both boys took the member of the other in his right hand as they continued to kiss, the spunk rising from their balls. Pasha had succeeded in getting Misha's know right oy. It was white and delicate -- not too large, but very sensitive. He starte to moan as Pasha gently took it in the palm of is hand. "Wank just the knob, Pashka," Misha commanded, doing his best to expose Pasha's considerable knob. Soon he had the skin back and the knob between his fingers "Oh, you cunt: I'm going to spunk!" Pasha replied, his left hand groping Misha's bare buttocks. "I too! Fucking Puberty!" Misha breathed as both erupted together. Misha's emission was strong but unlike Pash's seventeen-year-old stream of white spunk. As they blasted together, both resumed a passionate kiss. Fortunately Pasha managed to blast onto the floor and not over Misha's uniform, which would have been messy and embarassing. "Wow, that was the best wank in ages," Misha confided. "The most I ever spunked!" Tell Vanya if you like this story and want it to continue!