Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2017 14:07:02 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Gleb's Big Knob - 2 Gleb's Big Knob - 2 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. Sometimes, Vanya writes about one or the other of the boys featured in "Dima's Choirboys", and some have asked for a continuing of "Gleb's Big Knob" or "Gleb's Puberty", both of which feature nnealrly 14--year old Gleb, a soloist at the choir school who struggles to come to terms with his ever-increasing and powerful sexual urges as he goes through puberty. Gleb had just returned from the choir camp, and there is just one week before the return to school. In two weeks' time he will celebrate his fourteenth birthday with his friends. As you will know, our handsome friend is quite tall boy for his age, with long legs. His fair hair is shaved closely at the back and sides, displaying his cute ears, and brushed neatly at the front and parted displaying his still entirely boyish face. He looks like a real aristocrat. Gleb wants to be a priest in the Russian Church, and all his friends are behind him in this quest. He will study at a special school after his voice has hardened. But during the time that he is blessed with his beautiful soprano voice, which is now very sweet and powerful, he is happy to live and study in the choir school with his friends. Now, after returning from the choir training camp, he is staying with his mother, but this weekend she is away and Gleb is living alone in the apartment. As you will know from other stories, he is a charming and polite boy and very popular with his friends. As for his physical maturity, his balls had been increasing in volume greatly over the past six months, and especially over the summer. His penis is now long and shapely and has widened in girth over the summer; his balls now hang low like shapely pears in their smooth white skin, one large ball prominent in the sac and hanging lower than the other. Although they are not as big as his 15-year-old friend Pasha's balls, they are hairless and look large even on his athletic body. There is a ridge of skin where the penis joins the pubic area, and this is surely where the first dark hairs will appear and grow quickly in just a few weeks' time. But the great feature is the huge knob, much wider than the shaft, which heavily weighs down the member, and when naked, such as when in the showers with his friends at camp, has the effect of swinging the penis from side to side. As for his buttocks, they are rounded and full of firm flesh with prominent curves, and nicely separated by trousers. The increased girth of the helmet of the knob is now forcing the loose foreskin back a little, so that the tip of the sensitive member is almost always slightly exposed, rubbing against the material of his pants, exciting his emotions and then retracting further. This is a new problem, because in previous weeks before he went to camp the foreskin completely protected the sensitive tip. But in recent days, this friction causes the penis to swell at awkward times. Fucking Puberty! Over the past weeks in the camp, he had been wilfully sexually active on only two occasions, once with his friends after failing to seduce a girl at the disco (she slapped his face when he rubbed his knob up against her cunt), and again with his older friend, James, an English teacher at his school. This activity has loosened the once tight foreskin so much that it easily retracts far back over the fat knob, exposing the helmet. Please read these stories, because they show that our normally religious and controlled friend becomes very rude and aggressive when aroused. Even though he is religious, he is no virgin and has pleasured a girl with his member after a concert some weeks ago. Fortunately, as he is a slow spunker, he and also has learned exercises from his priests to control his emotions, he manages long periods without sexual activity or stimulation. But when his resolve fails, - fucking Spunker! He hadn't been erect since the camp and had been to consult his priest, Fr. Kirill, for confession. Amongst other things, he'd been advised to wear strong, supportive briefs, holding his member and genitals in front of his groin, not loose pants which allow all to hang down against the leg. This has helped a lot, but served to highlight the size of his member, especially in his black concert trousers and school clothes. Today, Gleb was going to visit his friend Ilya. You will remember that Ilya, who is fourteen and also a soloist in the choir, lives with his grandmother not far from Pushkin Square, so Gleb got himself up early and decided to put on his light thin trousers with belt, and a shirt because it was still warm in the street. He knew he would be asked to stay the night, so he packed a second pair of his underpants in case he had a strong emission in the night. Although his priest had advised him to sleep in pants, he told him it wasn't sinful to have an emission. But Gleb still feels guilty when the spunk comes out in his dreams, and he tries not to sleep on his back and to wake himself before it happens, and had successfully done this for several nights. The problem was that now there was a lot of unreleased spunk in his loins that was waiting to be released. Gleb changed his pants and tried to pull the skin over the fat knob to protect it from stimulation against his trousers. For the moment he was successful and slipped on his trousers and shirt and combed his hair. The trousers were classic and quite slim cut, and he noticed how prominent the knob was, supported by the new style of underpants, to the left side of the zipper, as he pulled it up in the left side. "Well, it can't be helped," he thought to himself and trying to smooth it down a little. "At least it's more comfortable," He put his things and presents for Ilya and his grandmother in a small bag and closed the apartment. He had some way to walk to the metro and then there would be two changes to get to the line to Pushkin Square. Gleb didn't like the metro in the morning because of the crowds of people, but he waited on the platform for the train to Belarus station (where he could change the line. Also on the station was sailor in uniform who happened to be just behind Gleb. He was on his way to see a friend after finishing some training, and he had noticed the bulge in his trousers and the curvature of his bottom. As the train arrived, Gelb politely waited for people to get out and then the crowd of people behind him forced his entry. All seats were taken and many people were pressing into the wagon. "What a crush!" Gleb thought to himself, as he felt his body forced into the corner. Unknown to our friend, the sailor boy, who was 17 but looked much younger and quite handsome in himself, had manoeuvred his entry so that he was directly behind Gleb and soon was pressing his penis into the space between our friend's buttocks. "Do you like pressing your penis into me?" Glab asked politely in a low voice. The boy realised Gleb was different and soon his penis was firmly between the boy's firm buttocks and he moved his hand round to the front and made contact with the knob, and then feeling the outline of the shaft and heavy balls. He was just a little taller than Gleb and could see clearly the smooth neck and hear the unbroken soft voice. "Fucking bastard cunt!" Gleb said softly but offered no resistance as he felt the boy's erection against his arse. The stimulation of his penis moved Gleb to some excitement, and he felt a stirring in his loins. He was far from gay and mainly interested in sex with girls (except for his hero James!). But any stimulation of a 14-year-old-boy can be dangerous! He pushed back against the penis and allowed the boy to continue. As the next station arrived, Gleb got a glimpse of the attractive face, which was delicate and almost feminine. Without resisting, or taking the opportunity to move his position in the wagon, Gleb remained still as the pressure of more people pushing into the wagon forced them even closer. "Get off my fucking knob!" Gleb whisperd without any conviction. "What a fucking knob," the boy replied, in a voice that was only just beginning to harden, pressing and massaging the prominent helmet in the crush of the wagon. A rush of blood flooded into Gleb's member, swelling the shaft and pushing the knob hard against the thin material of his trousers. There was little Gleb could do, or maybe wanted to do, in the crush of the wagon, as he felt his member massaged, causing extreme stirrings in his groin. The penis was pressing into his arse and Gleb felt the wanking of his knob. The next station came and by now Gleb was in a state of some excitement. He managed to turn to face the boy and their groins were forced together in the morning crush. "Fucking, bastard cunt!" Gleb said, looking into the sailor's blue eyes and noticing his still smooth face. Gleb's penis was now extremely erect and the boy felt it. The skin had slipped back and the knob was exposed, pressing against the boys own erection. "Fucking hell -- what a knob!" the boy kept whispering to Gleb. "You spunking it yet, or still having dry wanks,?" he teased. "Fucking bush, mate!" Gleb lied, enjoying the sensation and reaching his hand round to feel the boy's soft buttocks. Just then, another station came. Some people got out and the boy turned round, now with his back to Gleb. As more people got on, and it became crushed again, it was Gleb's turn to press his straining erection into the boy. As you know, Gleb is an extremely slow spunker, and his rare wanking sessions give him much long pleasure before ejaculation, but when eventually the climax is near he becomes very aggressive followed by very much spunk, despite his still smooth state. He was still very far from that state but as he pressed into the sailors uniform trousers, the sensation was intense. The boy, who was very near to spunking, moved back on the hard knob as Gleb wanked his member through the soft uniform. Suddenly, he heard the boy breath heavily and moan softly, as spunk shot from his penis, and his trousers become wet. Just at that moment, Gleb's station arrived and he forced hiself out of the wagon and onto the platform and he went out of the wagon to the other station. Gleb secretly hoped that his assailant was following, but, unfortunately, he remained on the train. He was still extremely erect, so he held his bad in front of his groin until he got to the street and he looked more normal. Fifteen minutes later, he was at Ilya's apartment. The boy's grandmother greeted him at the door. "Hello. My lovely boy,!" his grandmother greeted him, kissing him. "It's so good that Ilya has a friend like you to be with him at he school. I know he loves you very much. "And I too, Maria Nikolaevna," Gleg replied, taking off his shoes and entering the small but beautiful apartment. Ilya's grandmother explained that she had to go to work in the hospital, but that she had left lunch for them; and with that, she hurried out. "What a laugh!" Ilya replied after Gleb had told him about the encounter. "Did he spunk you?" he asked in fun. "No, of course not. But he did make me hard," Gleb replied. "Fucking hell, mate, did he have his dick in your arse as well?" Ilya teased, knowing full well that he had. "Did you feel his spunk when he blasted?" And did you spunk up. he asked?" "The fucking cunt had his hand right on my knob," Gleb replied, getting excited, but trying to control his emotions. "And, no, I didn't. I was controlled!" "Sounds as if you were controlled, with your knob up his" Ilya asked again, "He just wanted to feel your bush!" "Haven't got a bush," Gleb replied, going red. "Sorry, forgot, your're a smoothie, arn't you! No hairs yet, and you're 14," he teased. "Well, he didn't mark your pants; you have no stains on your arse," he continued, running his hand over Gleb's butttocks and parting the material so that he could see better where it had been pressed into the crack by the sailor. Gleb wanted to check for himself, so he quickly unfastened the belt and stepped out of his trousers standing just in his underpants and short shirt, the bulge very prominent. "Fucking hell! No wonder he was after your knob. Look at the size of it! I that the normal size are are you still hard?" he teased, feeling the knob for himself. But, hey, Gleb, tell me about James. Did you fuck him, or he you?" Ilya asked in cheek. Gleb again reddened, but said that they just lain in each other's arms in friendship and there had been no sex -- just best friends. "But he wanted to wank you?" Gleb turned away and put his elbows on the window and held his head. "Sorry, old friend," Ilya said, putting his arm over Gleb's shoulder. "I know you want to be controlled." "Can, I wash in cold water?" Gleb asked, turning to face his friend. Ilya readily agreed, and fetched a towel. So, guys, what is going to happen? Will Gleb be controlled or will the spunk come out? Ideas to Vanya!!!