Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2018 17:31:30 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: What a Knob - 7 What a Knob -- 7 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. This also contains some very bad but usual schoolboy language! "Fucking puberty; what a knob!" Rogers thought, looking on from behind. He had rarely seen such a long, fat penis, let alone such a knob, even in an adult; he could hardly believe it was possessed by a boy soprano. He watched as the sleeping boy gently -- his fist wrapped around the fat girth - slid the skin back and forward completely covering and then exposing the glistening knob. With each stroke, the balls were drawn up, displaying the fine hairs just starting to sprout on the sac. 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. Gleb was not sure if the master had caught his wanking, because the boy had been in a state of half consciousness. However, being a shy boy, he coloured red very quickly, although his outward composure was calm. The cover of the bed now concealed his embarrassment. The master approached the bed. "Oh, sorry to disturb your rest, Gleb. I was just checking that all our boys were out on the games field. Your friends have gone too. "Yes, I was just resting. I felt a little tired after the concert and fell asleep. Often in Russia we have rests after lunch." "It was the same in England when I was at school," Mr. Rogers admitted. "Did I see you walking out of the Cathedral with Julia, the sister of Markus?" he asked, pointedly. "Yes, we went out for a walk; she is a nice girl," Gleb replied, wondering what the master was leading to. Rogers sat down on the chair next to Gleb's bed wondering if the boy's penis was still erect under the covers. "I wanted to say you have a very beautiful voice," Rogers added. "Who taught you such technique?" "It was in St Peterburg that I first sang, but it is my present choirmaster who taught me the technique. He is a great man. " "But won't your voice fail soon?" the master added, slipping his hand under the sheets of Gleb's bed and placing it on the boy's flat stomach. "I hope, not yet," Gleb replied. "If God permits I could have another year to sing at least." "But what about these?" Rogers said, slipping his hand down to feel the bristling hairs across the boy's pubic region, and then the fast-growing tuft at the base of his penis. "You refer to my new pubes, I suppose! Well, you have seen Gena's bush, and he can still sing," Gleb replied. "And Artem only finished singing soprano last year." Rogers didn't understand but began to massage the swelling member, concentrating on the ministration of the knob, which excited him greatly. "Do you like wanking Russian boy sopranos?" Gleb asked, pulling the cover back to expose his erection. "Wouldn't you be arrested and sent to prison in England for such a deed?" "Yes, indeed, Gleb," Rogers replied, increasing his ministrations on the swelling member; "But you are a Russian boy; and Fucking Puberty -- What a knob!" he added. "What if I reported you to your headmaster?" Gleb added with menace. "You won't, will you?" Rogers pleaded his own erection now beyond control. "Of course not, you fucking cunt," Gleb replied. "But you must stop all opposition to the boys' choir in this cathedral and do all you can to support it. If you do that, even Oleg will let you wank him; and when I have some evidence of your intent, you can get your dick up Gena's arse, if you want. But only if you arrange for some girls for Gena and Oleg." This was a very long speech from Gleb, but he was quite proud of it. Rogers was shocked; but his hand, gripped around the boy's member, put him in a compromising position. "Why is it that you want to protect our traditions, Gleb?" he asked, in a softening tone. "Isn't it better to have girls sing also?" "No, it is sinful. Boys sing best, and it is our historical right," Gleb replied. "Do you agree? -- and you must get the support of the choirmaster, too." "You'll let me fuck Oleg and Gena?" "Leave it with me," Gleb replied. "And , as you are wanking me against my will, you can stop now because I don't want to sin. I am going to the shower for cold water." And with that, Gleb got up, up pulled the skin over his knob, and disappeared into the wash room, thinking some prayers to help his control. Rogers was amazed by this boy, but in a height of sexual excitement followed the boy into the shower room and watched him take a shower. "You can watch me, if you like, but remember your promise," Gleb called out from the water, his penis now more relaxed. "Fucking hell: What a knob," Rogers thought, releasing his straining member from his pants and wanking hard at the sight of the handsome naked boy soprano. "Wash the fucking spunk from the floor, you blue bastard," Gleb called out in jest, as the master ejaculated strongly, but into a wash basin and left the room. "Wow, thank the Lord," Gleb thought, please with his negotiations, and making the cross several times. He prayed for forgiveness of his weakness but gave thanks for regaining his control. Meanwhile, during this time what the other boys had been doing? Oleg and Gena had been invited to a training soccer game with boys who were 13 years old in the school. As we described, the Cathedral School now educated many children, not just the choir boys, so it was a good opportunity for our boys to get to know others. They found the atmosphere quite relaxed. They had played very well, and both boys knew the rules as well as any English boy (it would have been different if it had been Rugby Football or Cricket) and they had earned the friendship of the boys by their competitive, hard but fair play. As they arrived in the changing room, the boys tried to chat with Oleg and Gena, but it was difficult because the only boy who could speak really good English, Gelb, was otherwise engaged. "Hey, where's your other friend?" William, a well-build red-haired boy of 13 asked. Neither Oleg nor Gena knew where he was, but Marcus, who was standing opposite, spoke out in his deep bass voice: "No doubt fucking my sister at this moment; they went off together!" "Wouldn't mind fucking her myself," a tall boy of 13 who had the nickname of `Pod' answered. He had, until recently been a choir boy and still had a very good, if badly-trained, voice. He had left the choir because of pressure from his friends who said it was a gay thing to do and only for girls. "You couldn't get it up a cunt, mate," William replied. "You're still fucking smooth and couldn't even get an erection." "Fucking bush now, mate," Pod replied, stripping off his pants to reveal a long, slim and obviously well wanked penis, rounded ball and the beginning of a bush. As he moved, his penis swung swiftly from side to side. "Fucking hell, guys, bald Pod's started a growth," William replied, and the guys all laughed. "Been wanking it well, I see, William joked. "Soon have a bush like me, mate," he joked taking off his shorts to reveal his impressive balls and ginger pubic bush. Suddenly all attention turned to our two Russian boys as they divested themselves of their shorts ready for the shower. "Fucking hell!" was the general expression as the boys took in the sight of a naked Gena and Oleg! More to follow!