Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2018 16:43:38 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: What a Knob 6 - Gleb's Wanking What a Knob - Gleb's Wanking! 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 The following few days passed very quickly and rather successfully for our boys. On the third day of their visit they had been introduced to the whole school and had sung in a small concert to invited guests. The following afternoon the boys had attended the rehearsal of the Cathedral Choir and a service in the Cathedral itself. It seemed to all present that the singing of the Cathedral boys had miraculously improved overnight, much to the surprise of their choirmaster. Instead of the Russian boys being figures of ridicule and fun, which the cathedral authorities had hoped would be the case, thus aiding their quest to close the choir and employ female singers, quite the opposite had occurred. Firstly, in the school, our boys had been rapturously received by both the boys and girls; and then, in the Cathedral many comments were passed by older people who remembered the former traditions, saying that they had never thought to have heard such singing from boys again. In fact it had been Canon Preston who had secretly invited an old friend of his, a well-known professional soprano singer, to attend the service that evening. Gleb had been asked to sing the solo in the anthem, and so beautifully and effortlessly did he sing, sweetly and with tone, and with true emotion and rubato that all breath was held in the audience. After the service, Gleb, Oleg and Gena noticed a considerable number of people gathered around Canon Preston and talking in an obviously affectionate and friendly way; and, at that moment, the good man called across to our boys in Russian: "Come boys and meet friends who want to congratulate you." Soon the boys were being introduced to this great opera singer who was full of praise: "My boys, I only wish I could sing and maintain those high notes as effortlessly as you do." The boys blushed with pride, as they were also introduced to the retired choirmaster, who, like Canon Preston, had been shocked at the decline in musical standards over the past few years. "The problem began when girls were admitted to the school, don't you agree?" he asked Canon Preston. "It would never have happened if you had remained headmaster," he continued in an outspoken way. "These boys have been taught in the correct Italian methods, just like I taught your father and Dr. Trotter taught your grandfather, me and Canon Preston, my dear." This last remark was made to our famous operatic guest, whose father had been in the choir under the distinguished gentlemen, now, like Canon Preston, nearly 90 years old. "Yes, good Doctor," she replied. "My father told me that I have inherited my grandfather's voice, but there is no way of knowing," she replied. "Sadly, he had a record, but it was broken." And with that, she went away to be introduced to the Headmaster and governors of the School and the Cathedral authorities. "Wow, that was good," Alex said to our friends as they turned to make their way back to the school. "I actually enjoyed singing this afternoon with you three there!" The other English boys agreed. Oleg, Gleb and Gena were dressed in their normal smart concert clothes of silky black trousers, soloists' belt, white shirt and black tie. For the concert tomorrow they would have a more formal uniform of black waistcoat and red tie. Several girls had gathered round and were talking to Gleb and Artem, who were the only ones able to answer in English. Gleb attracted the attention of one girl in particular, who was the sister of a boy in the school. She was almost exactly Gleb's age, fourteen-and-a-half, and attended a girls' school in the city. She was pretty and slim, and of course, her breasts were well-developed. Gleb's eyes had wandered to her budding breasts clad in a white blouse and school uniform. "Gleb's got his eyes on that girl, look," Oleg whispered to Gena. "Come on, let's leave him. We'll hear about it later, guys". Gleb's eyes darted quickly to the form of the bra outlined in the girl's blouse. Today, she had made sure to wear a thinner blouse, which she had concealed at school by a sweater, but now removed. "I loved your singing. Don't know how you can get those high notes," she said, he eyes taking in the gorgeous boy, and resting for some seconds on the area below his soloists belt buckle. The front of his groin area was well filled by his long penis and fat knob, which was fortunately still in a state of rest. "Oh it's just training and practice," Gleb replied modestly, going very flushed, as he did when embarrassed. "Do you have a girlfriend? " she asked, as the two walked towards the door of the Cathedral. "Well, it's difficult to have a special girl because we live in an all boys' school." "Or maybe a boyfriend!" she added rather cheekily. "I'm not a homosexual," if that is your meaning," Gleb replied firmly. "Of course I have special friends who are boys. It's normal." "Wow," Julia replied, not sure if she understood the answer, but liking the boy even more. "I think you want to be a singer when you leave school. Will you study at a conservatory?" she added. "No," Gleb replied. "It is a mistake to believe that a man's voice can be as good as his boy's, or so we are taught. In any case, I want to train as a priest in the Orthodox Church. I already have a place to train when I am 16. I can go to a special school. But until then, if God preserves my voice, I will continue at the choir school." The girl was stunned by this information, and amazed that he was so unlike any boy she had ever met. So dignified, direct, certain and charming. "Wow, you are like an aristocrat. But doesn't that mean you will have to remain single and never marry?" she asked, confusing the Russian Church with the Catholic Church. "No, we are encouraged to marry," Gleb replied. "We can have sex, if that's what you mean!" Julia had in the first place only approached Gleb as a dare from her friends, who were also very taken with his looks. She had boasted that she would have a quick sexual experience with him. But now, she was ashamed of her intentions and had a great respect for the boy. However, the attraction was still great and now, as they were walking in the street, she took hold of Gleb's hand and felt some energy pass between them. Then she heard herself saying: "Hey, Gleb, will you show me you are not gay." She expected the boy to be angry, but he just smiled and looked at her in the eyes. Their blue eyes met and he felt love for her soul. "Only if it is not a sin for you," she added. Gleb felt ashamed as he remembered the sexual experiences he had had with several uncultured Russian girls. "No, it will be fine, if we just show affection," he replied. They had now reached a quiet part, so they stopped and Gelb took Julia into his arms and at first gently kissed her. "Now, I mustn't get too carried forward," he thought to himself, as she drew him towards her. They remained in this embrace for some time, his penis slowly swelling. "I can tell you aren't gay," she whispered, feeling a strong erection pressing against her. She let her hands slip onto is soft buttocks and felt the firm flesh beneath the soft material, at the same time Gleb responding by a stronger swelling of his penis which was now moving actively against her body. His hands were on her trouser-covered buttocks, pulling her closer. She then moved her right hand and placed it between the swelling member and her cunt, so that the boy's knob was rubbing in just the right place. Gleb respected the girl too much to go any further, so he whispered: "We must stop now, I think. Will you come to our concert tomorrow afternoon?" "If we can meet afterwards, yes," Julia replied. And with that they broke and returned to the Cathedral and parted, Gleb returning to the school to find all the boys had gone to games. He strongly resisted the temptation to masturbate, as he entered the dormitory alone and decided to have a sleep. This was often the way he found of controlling is emotions. He said some prayers, took off his trousers and lay on his bed, quite tired after the singing and subsequent activities. Meanwhile, Mr Rogers, the boarding master had watched the events in the Cathedral very closely. He has been in a state of constant sexual excitement since seeing the boys naked in the showers. He hadn't had the opportunity of feeling a boy for some years and had experience with Gena and the sight of Gleb had filled his mind with constant desire. "Fucking hell: What a bush" -- referring to Gena; and "What a knob" -- referring to Gleb; and "Fucking puberty; what a set of balls" -- referring to Oleg. These thoughts were in his mind as he walked around the school checking that all boys had gone to games. Gleb was resting on his bed, still in his white shirt, and supportive blue underpants which hugged his thighs and provided support for his member. He fell into a sleep thinking about Julia. He rolled over and his erection pressed into his bed dreaming of the girl sucking on his knob. It was at this moment that Mr. Rogers entered the dormitory and saw the boys sprawled on his bed. He was immediately aroused by the rounded buttocks of the boy soprano. He had no idea that the boy was half erect, his penis pressing into the bed. On hearing someone approaching his bed, the boy stirred; and thinking it was one of his friends, Oleg or Gena, he turned to lie on his back. Not realising the huge state of his erection, which was pressing out the material of his pants very strongly, the knob outlined in the thin but supportive material, he just lay there for some moments, his eyes closed, falling into another sleep. Mr. Rogers quietly came closer and examined the still boy: his long, hairless legs, slim thighs and exciting pubic region clad in the blue pants with strong elastic waistband closely hugging his slim body. He looked at his still angelic face and blue eyes. He wondered if he was still hairless under his arms. He looked at his face to see signs of pubic activity, noticing a very slight thickening of the down above his lip and side of face. Hardly a tash but more than a pre-pubic boy would have. He had already noted the still-silky and unbroken speaking voice. It was the voice of a teenager still awaiting the change, unlike that of Gena who was more advanced but still retained is singing voice. He then looked down at the boys underpants. Somehow it seemed sexier to see this great bulge than to see the boy actually naked. The long penis seemed to be straining at the material, pushing the knob strongly upwards. It was obvious that the skin was partly retracted and there seemed to be a slight dampness where some lubrication had leaked. He sensed that the boy was waking so withdrew to a position behind but from where he could still observe the boy in his sleepiness. It was at this point in the boy's dream that Julia was sucking on his long penis, concentrating on pleasuring the knob. Subconsciously, Gleb removed his pants to reveal his throbbing member, now completely erect. It was at this point that our religious boy soprano decided to pleasure himself by beginning a session of masturbation which, if continued for long, would bring him to an enormous climax. The pressure of his contact with Julia was too much even for his strong will and he wrapped his fist around his member and started wanking, much to the pleasure of Mr Rogers, who was able to watch in astonishment as Gleb's pubic region came into view, clad in the tiny but voluminous black hairs. Slowly, at first, the boy masturbated in his dream, thinking of the girl who he had pleasured a short time before. His fist was gripped around the shaft, slowly moving the skin back and forward, exposing the knob with every stroke. "Fucking puberty; what a knob!" Rogers thought, looking on from behind. He had rarely seen such a long, fat penis, let alone such a fat knob, even in an adult; he could hardly believe it was possessed by a boy soprano. Just at that moment, Gleb awoke and opened his eyes, realising what he was doing and swiftly desisted, pulling up his pants.. "Oh, hallow, Mr Rogers; I didn't know you were here," he said, managing to discreetly cover himself with the sheet. ......................................... If you liked this, please tell Vanya!