Date: Sun, 07 Jan 2018 20:29:26 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: What a Knob - 5 What a Knob - 5 Fucking Spunker, Gleb! 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 do not 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. "Who is it," Alex asked, as they heard the steps in the corridor. It was Roger, the other choirboy who had not been with them earlier. "Hey, Roger; where have you been?" the other guys asked and the 12-year-old entered the dormitory. He was a tall, well-built boy for his age with light brown hair. "Sorry, guys, I have to meet my parents in the city. Did I miss any fun?" The boys were just about to give their friend all the afternoon's news when they heard another sound of steps on the stairs. "It's Rogers" Jonathan whispered, referring to the boarding master. "I can tell his steps anywhere." And, to be sure, it was, and he had come to see why the boys were late. "You should have been down five minutes ago," he said, entering the dormitory. "Yes, very old fashioned," he continued, looking around the room. "You should be thankful of your own rooms in the new building. This is why we have regulations about living conditions." "Actually, Sir, we think this is a great dormitory," Alex replied. "I remember it from my first year here. It was so great." "Yes, so historic and nicer than our dormitory in Moscow," Gleb added. "You must visit us some time: we invite you!" The master did not answer but looked closely at the three Russian boys. "After supper, you will have your showers, boys, and get ready for bed. You have lessons in the morning. Matron tells me you are to use the old showers up here," he replied. They are quite dangerous to operate, so I will supervise." So, the boys went downstairs to supper with the other boys. The housemaster had not had the opportunity of seeing his boys naked for the past few years because they had been given new private facilities, so he was secretly much looking forward to reviewing their pubertal development. He was already speculating in his mind about the condition of Gleb, Oleg and Gena, and had already noticed certain features about each boy. Most of the boys in the choir section of his school were quite young and of no interest to him, but as they advanced into puberty he became excited. This was just the time that most decided they wanted to leave the choir and were out of his control. Only Alex and Roger were attractive to him but he dare not show any interest because he knew the boys detested him. However, he thought he might take a chance with our boys who would be much less likely to complain. He was especially stirred by young Gena and his deep speaking voice, and the other two boys fascinated him also. He speculated how he might get the chance to feel his firm buttocks and decided to take his chance on the narrow steps down to the first floor. On the way down, he made sure he was right behind Gena and in front of Gleb and, as they came to a turning in the stairs, where there was a place to rest, the back of his hand slipped in between Gena's prominent buttocks. The feel of the warm flesh and silky material excited him, and, as Gena did not stir, he placed the palm of the hand fully across the boy's right buttock and gently rubbed, feeling the material of the trousers slip across the material of the boy's pants. At one point, Alex, who was leading, stopped and the others became rather pressed together on the last few steps. Almost by accident, the master managed to brush his other hand across Gleb's front, locating his member. "Fucking hell: what a knob!" he thought, his hand feeling the hardness of the knob depress into the fleshy warm bulge of the boys balls. His hands were shaking as they reached the bottom and made their way to the dining room. "He seems quite nice," Gena said to his friends after supper as they were making their way back to the dormitory. "Only because he wants to suck you off," Alex said. "My brother told me he was always watching them in the showers. He's a pederast and wants to see your fucking bush. Didn't you see how he looked at you?" "What about the choirmaster? Is he too?" Artem asked. "Sure to be." Roger replied. "He's always touching little boys' arses. You know the youngest choirboys who don't know what he is doing." "Wow, we can have some fun!" Oleg replied. The talk continued for some minutes and then turned to the plans for tomorrow. Although our friends didn't have to have lessons in the school, Artem thought it would be interesting for them to sit in some lessons and perhaps take part. It would be a good opportunity to meet some of the other students, including the girls, who were not in the choir. "Artem, will you bring your notebook after lights are out tonight?" Alex asked. "You promised!" "Yes, of course; we'll show you some really good Russian sites," he replied. "What about you, Gleb? Are you ready for some fun? You weren't earlier." "Maybe, I'm not sure," Gleb replied, going a little red. "I should be a bit controlled." "Come on, Gleb; I bet you haven't wanked it for ages. Even you are allowed some fun," Oleg added. It was true. Gleb had been controlled for a few weeks now. He had not masturbated for some time and had avoided wet outlets in his sleep, even though his priest had told him they were natural at his age. He had enjoyed feeling Artem's hand on his balls earlier and Rogers' brushing against his knob had also excited him. "Hey, I bet Rogers' eyes will stick out if he sees Gleb in the shower. Shall we shock him and get him excited?" Gena suggested. So, our friends set up a little plan. The housemaster had told them to be ready for their shower at eight o'clock. The plan was laid that Gena would go to the shower room to the hand basins just wearing his green briefs. These were quite loose and tended to slip down a little. "That's right, Gena: just show a fring of your pubes. That will make him excited!" Alex laughed as the boy adjusted his pants. A few minutes later all was prepared when the master was heard on the steps. Peter, Alex, Roger and Jonathan were sitting on their beds in just their white briefs, towels round their shoulders, while Oleg and Gleb were hanging their clothes. "Are you ready boys?" the master called, entering the dormitory and taking in the sight of tall, elegant Gleb and short Oleg both in their trunks. Their backs were to him, so he only saw the rounded buttocks, every curve visible in the tight material. "Where is the other boy?" he asked. "He is in the wash room shaving, Sir," Gleb replied politely, turning to face the master. Mr. Rogers was already excited at the prospect of seeing a small 13-year-old choirboy shaving but when he saw Oleg and Gleb facing him in full puberty, blood rushed both to his penis and his head. Indeed, none of the English boys had seen Gleb in his underpants before. The master did not know where to look. Should it be at the size of Oleg's bulbous balls on his small but stocky body, or at Gleb's baton of a penis with its huge knob, which he had briefly brushed against earlier! Both were outlined in the underpants of either boy. It needs to be said that Oleg's chest was strong and his nipples swelled with puberty. Gleb's long legs, smooth and elegant chest and taught stomach. The master turned and made his way to the wash room where he was met with another impressive sight! Gena was standing at a basin, his soap-covered face clearly visible in the mirror. Mr Rogers couldn't help notice the hair tufting under his arms, the rounded buttocks and hairy legs. He went up to the boy and stood behind him watching as Gena gently shaved his upper lip. He gently placed his hand on the boy's arse again and gently rubbed. He knew Gena did not speak English, so he excited himself by speaking: "Wow, Gena, I didn't know you shaved. Be careful," he said, then looking down and seeing the fringe of the boy's bush tufting from the band of his pants. Gena smiled and continued to shave the few hairs off his chin and then washed his face and the master continued to feel his buttocks and focused on his bulge. He became even more excited when the boy swiftly slipped down his pants and stood in all his glory ready for his shower. "Fucking hell: what a bush!" Rogers' thought, taking in the sight of Gena's pubic hair which thickly covered his entire balls and pubic area, almost hiding the boy's penis. The others were in the dormitory getting ready for the shower. Gleb had just taken off his pants, revealing his impressive penis and knob, which seemed to have swelled in the past weeks. "Hope my voice doesn't break yet," Gleb said in his silky light tones, lifting and examining the heavy balls for signs of hairs. The large sac was still white and elegant and hairs were appearing at the base. A fast growth of hairs was also spreading and thickening across the pubic region. "Fucking hell, Gleb: what a knob!" Roger exclaimed, revealing his own pubic development. "You'll be okay for ages; Kirill and Pasha had thick bushes for over a year before theirs went, and look at fucking Gena!" Oleg added. "It will be Gena's voice that goes first, I think." "Looks as if I'm the only one without pubes now," he said, taking off his own pants to reveal his impressive balls and member, the knob of which was not far smaller than Gleb's, although, unlike Gleb, the foreskin completely covered the head. Gleb's knob was now permanently partly exposed and the boy found it very easy to retract the skin, which he had just done to the excitement of the others. So the boys played out their little scene: they walked into the shower room naked, carrying their towels. First, entered the English boys -- Alex, displaying his bush, and Roger with his more impressive balls and modest tuft of pubic hair. "Come on, boys," Mr. Rogers commanded, not able to take his eyes off their pubic development. Just at that moment, Gleb and Oleg entered. "FUCKING PUBERTY! - FUCKING SPUNKERS!" Mr. Roger's just managed to stop himself from saying out loud as he took in the sight of the two boys approaching him. Which of the boys would be the most copious spunker, he was asking himself, taking in the sight of Gleb's knob that the boy had exposed by his easily pulling the skin back a little further than normal. He then looked at Oleg, whose penis was supported by his magnificent balls. He rightly decided that both boys were capable of producing children. As they approached the showers Gleb's penis swung wildly from side-to-side, the blue vein running its length clearly visible. Mr. Rogers noticed the growth of hairs: just the beginnings of a tuft at the base of the penis, but, excitingly, a growth of very small, but clearly visible, black hairs across his entire pubic region, not more than two or three weeks old, which marked the beginnings of what would, in a month become a thick bush. There were even a few hairs at the base of his well-descended balls. Oleg, of course, was completely hairless, but the size of his balls on a small boy amazed the master. He was also excited by Alex and Roger, whom he had not seen naked for three years. Now, Alex was supporting ample balls and a thick bush, and Roger a modest growth but smooth bulbous balls. Both would need a condom if they had sex with girls, Rogers thought. But it was Gena that really excited him. The boy made a show of soaping his thick bush and cleaning his penis. "How old are you?" the master asked the boys rather casually. "I was fourteen in September, and Oleg thirteen," Gleb answered. "Gena is only just thirteen now," he added, noticing a swelling in the master's trousers! Soon the shower was finished and Mr Rogers turned off the water, telling the boys to get ready for bed. "Mr. Preston will come to see you are okay after lights out in an hour." The boys left Mr Rogers in the shower room with Gena, who had been told to sweep the water from the floor, which he was doing still naked with a brush. Cautiously, Mr. Rogers approached the boy from behind and held him close, his penis pressing between the boy's buttocks. Gena did not resist as he felt the master's hand, first on his stomach and than around his pubic bush and onto his balls and swelling penis. The master had obviously been very excited for some time and soon discharged into his trousers, gently wanking the the boy to a half erection. He then turned and left the room. Gena quickly put on his pants and returned to the dormitory. "What have you been doing, Gena: wanking with Rogers?" Oleg asked in Russian. "Spunked his pants pressing into my arse while wanking me," he grinned. "Wow, you really turned him on, Gena; and he he couldn't take his hands off that knob of yours," Alex said to Gleb. When did you last have it up against a girl? Gleb blushed before admitting his recent experience with a girl in Moscow. "Wow, tell us about it!" the English boys pleaded. Oleg already knew the story so he added his encouragement. "It was with a girl you met at a concert, wasn't it?" "Well, there were two," Gleb explained and proceeded to tell the first part, everyone gathering round his bed in his underpants: "OK - The first time was when I went to give a concert at my old music School in May. At the end, when it was crowded in the hall I felt some fucker feeling my arse." "I love it when you swear in English!" Roger interjected. "Go on, you are making me hard," he continued. "Was it a boy?" "No, it was a girl called Dasha. She had been in my class last year, but her tits were budding! I thought `Oh my fuck' and put my right hand on her left tit and squeezed the fucking nipple. No-one noticed but my dick started swelling." "Fucking hell! What did you say?" Peter asked, getting very excited. "I told her not to excite me because I am a religious boy! But she persisted saying she wanted to stroke my pubes! I told her I hadn't got any pubes yet, but she went wild with excitement, asking me to meet her in the street, in a quiet place she knew, in 20 minutes. To get rid of her, I agreed. Well, I didn't want to but couldn't get my erection down and twenty minutes later found myself outside the theatre looking for her at the place she said, and sure enough, she was waiting. She was saying all these things about my beautiful singing and how she couldn't take her eyes off me, so I took my fucking chance, and put my hand right on her cunt, up her dress. She took my hand away and pulled me close to her, and the next thing my knob is right against her fanny, pressing hard and my hands on her tits." "You must have been close to spunking," Alex added excitedly, starting to wank his member. "No, I'm a slow spunker," Gleb replied, pulling down his pants and revealing his huge and swelling member. "Next thing, I felt her fingers round my knob: `Fucking hell, Gleb,' she says: `What a knob.' Then I felt the zip going down and she had my belt undone. All this whilst I was trying to press against her cunt. Next, she has my dick out and starts pulling the skin back. `Wait,' I told her, but then she's really fingering the head. I could feel the spunk starting to generate and some juice was already out as she was putting a condom on it. Fucking hell, it was a great feeling! The boys were very excited at this story, even though all but Roger had spunked earlier. Gleb continued: "Next she is leaning against the wall and I have her pants down, and my dick is up against her cunt. Then she takes hold of the knob and helps get it in. It was hard at first but what a sensation! And then I felt slipping in and I'm up close against her and I can start thrusting gently at first and then as the spunk starts to rise, like mad," he said as he took hold of his penis and started wanking it fully, the skin slipping completely over the head with each stroke. "I'd never had my dick up a cunt before, and I could feel the knob giving her some pleasure. I was right deep down inside her and my balls were on fire. Then she starts feeling my balls and starts moaning." The boys were in the height of excitement, listening to this description from their friend: "Stop wanking a minute, Gleb and show us a close up of your balls," Alex interrupted." Gleb obliged, his penis now at the height of erection, lifting his heavy knob flat against his stomach. "Juices are flowing, so getting close now; you can see the pubes!" The head of his penis, a fine specimen, swollen with blood, was indeed leaking. "Pull the skin over the head, now!" Oleg commanded, and Gleb deftly slid it over. It was no longer tight but well stretched by is recent wanking. "Now, right back to fully expose that great knob," Roger commanded, and Gleb obeyed. "See the new pubes" the boy boasted, stretching the skin of his ball sac to show his friends. This was too much for Roger and his penis erupted, shooting watery sperm all over the floor, much to Gleb's amusement. "So what about the second time, when you brought her home?" Oleg asked. Gleb continued: "So, guys; I arranged to meet her at the metro and to brink here home because no-one was there. I was already a bit hard when we got back home because I could see her tits were budding. I had on my black concert trousers like last time and they really show the bulge, and I knew she was looking at it. And when we got to the lift she had her hands on my knob already and started groping." "I would have been spunking it at that," Gena added, his long erection pointing like a mast from his bush. at the same time reaching out and running his flat hand across Gleb's newly-growing pubes. "After she got in, we just sat for a few minutes. I could see she had no bra and her tits were still shapely and rounded. The next thing, I've got my hands all over her; she had both hands on my arse, and then we are on the bed with me on top, my dick on fire and hard against her cunt. First time I have been on top like that. She was groping my arse but I managed to get my zip down and unfasten the belt. Then she got my trousers and pants off. She started moaning and feeling the few pubes I'd just started growing. The knob was right out and she was pressing it and slipping the condom on while I got her pants down! Fucking hell!!" Gleb broke off is story to pleasure himself, his face contorted with pleasure as he wanked the entire shaft of the penis, slipping the skin completely back and forward with each stroke. Juices were flowing from his penis and the spunk was generating in his balls. "How could you get this knob and fat dick up her cunt?" Alex asked, now wanking his own shaft. "No idea; but the next thing it was in all the way and I was really thrusting. She was moaning and saying to be stronger." Gleb was breathing sharply and noisily through his mouth, occasionally using the most foul words as if taken by a devil, his beautiful face sweating His penis was now at the height of erection, very long and incredibly filled with blood to make the girth very thick. "Fucking hell, guys; no wonder he was giving her pleasure with that inside her," Roger commentated. Suddenly Gleb's quivering penis, as hard as iron, blasted and he was almost mad with excitement and in so much ecstasy that his toes and hands were all in a clench: his eyes were closed as he continued furiously wanking, thick, mature spunk firing strongly into the air, mostly landing on the boys chest and stomach. It took the boys a little time to clean Gleb before they were able to prepare for bed. But at the end of this day we can say our Russian and English choirboys were firm friends. If you liked the story please send a brief message about the boys!